INTERVIEW WITH SCARONE WHICH HE DOESN'T KNOWS ABOUT
Unknown | 05/03/1932, Milan

Many Budapest I. league matches would be happy if they had as many spectators as one Ambrosiana training session. This afternoon, Pista Tóth's team was preparing for the hegemonic match against Milan. The Ambrosiana-Milan match is to the northern Italian metropolis what the Ferencváros-Hungária match is to the Hungarian capital (the match ended in a 0-0 draw) .

I wove my way through the crowds that were filing in up to the touchline and watched the action. Potya also sweats the whole guard. Long jumps, high jumps, two quadrics, various gymnastic exercises liven up the show. But the boys don't seem to have much of a heart for the work, because they are always smiling and are visibly happy to do even the most difficult exercises. Meazza leads the way in this too, winning one athletic routine after another, but when the ball rolls out onto the turf, he just wins the goals against goalkeeper Degani.

The boys are heading down, the training session is over when I catch a glimpse of Scarone, the Olympic champion and former Uruguayan national team inside right. Oops — I think to myself —, now I can find out what's true about the news of the South Americans returning. I quickly ask Potya and he introduces me to the big star as a good friend. God forbid that I should be mistaken for a journalist by either the coach or the player!

— Tell me, Signor Scarone — I begin the conversation — do you not long to return to South America, where the sun shines more than in Milan? And I pointed to the snow, which was piled up in piles, a vivid sign that Milan was not even five minutes from the equator. 

Scarone just shakes his head: 

Scarone: I love this misty-rainy city. The way it is. I loved the boys too. I'm used to it so much that I might not be able to part with them.

It's nice to have such a sentimental heart in the bosom of an Olympian — I think to myself — but I would like to go elsewhere. I'll go for it one more time. 

— What about Cesarini, who was not such an idealist and went back to South America to his former club only to be paid double what he got in Turin?

Now the great forward squints, leans closer to me and starts talking:

Scarone: It wasn't like that, please! Juventus wanted to reduce Cesarini's monthly salary from 3000 lire to 2000 lire, which he refused to agree to. So instead he went back to Argentina, where he gets a salary of 5000 lire. It is because of the economic crisis, which is becoming more and more apparent here too, that they now want to cut my salary and Petrone's too. And how! For half or a third! The only reason I can speak is because Ambrosiana has a new president who is giving a million lire. So they can give me my old salary. Petrone and the rest of the South Americans are unlikely to be kicking the ball on Italian soil next season... There is one man who is very well looked after, who is not let go, but rather has his every wish granted. That is Orsi. Without him, the Italian national team would be very weakened...

In the meantime, the excellent striker is already dressed and offers me his hand with a smile:

Scarone: God forbid that what I have just said should be published in an Italian newspaper. Woe is me.

Well, dear Leadership at Ambrosiana! Don't hurt Scarone. What was said was not published in a Italian newspaper...