If they asked me who I would take into battle, I wouldn’t hesitate for a moment. Franchino Baresi, an apparently strange specimen of a central defender not even reaching 180 cm, is, in reality, permeated by an uncontrollable nervous energy that electrifies his limbs and abilities in a transcendental manner.

The Piscinin compensates for a physique not fitting for an increasingly muscular role with a tenacity, determination, and Garibaldian leadership qualities unique in the history of football.

Not merely a banal player, but a general on and off the field; with a squared jaw, disheveled hair, and eyes like slits with embers that pierce adversaries, Baresi fears no rivals. He possesses the foot of a pure libero and in this role reached his zenith. He excels even more in Sacchi’s maddened zone, commanding the defense even in his sleep, he is fast, leaps like an Olympian, and rarely errs.