We sang a hymn in his honour to the tune of the summertime hit Vamos A La Playa.
And, in time, we even forgave him his Juventino past.
He took a club which was down on its luck and gave it back the sparkling football and European nights it craved.
All of it carried out with the utmost class.
The passing of his beloved wife was endured with a dignity that only served to swell our intense affection for Il Mister.
And now, when we watch La Nazionale, we are consumed with feelings of fondness, nostalgia and regret. Grande Cesare.