Sisyphus pushed a boulder up a steep hill. At the top of the hill it rolled back down and Sisyphus continued toiling into eternity. Many Italians feel like Sisyphus. They are the most obstinate ones, those that continue to use their heads to think. Every day, they push their own boulder, big or small. They live their lives divided between anger (that internal mixture that every day insists on change and justice) and the frustration to find themselves back at the start with Santanchè in the early evening. They don't understand and they don't adjust. The response “It's always been like that!” makes their blood boil and ruins long-standing friendships. And then I think of Pertini, of the long years of prison during triumphant fascism. I think of his refusal to ask for pardon. Who would then have bet on the collapse of the faint-hearted Savoy monarchy and of fascism? Who would have believed that a prisoner would become the President of the Republic?

Sisyphus is a modern hero. He represents all those that fight for “that last inch” mentioned by Al Pacino in the film “Any Given Sunday” in his speech to the team:
”I don't know what to say really. Three minutes 'til the biggest battle of our professional lives. It all comes down to today. Now either we heal as a team, or we're gonna crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, till we're finished. We're in hell right now, gentlemen. Believe me. And we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time. Now I can't do it for you. I'm too old. I look around, I see these young faces, and I think... I mean I've made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make. I, uh...I pissed away all my money, believe it or not. I chased off anyone who's ever loved me, and lately, I can't even stand the face I see in the mirror. You know when you get old in life, things get taken from you. That's part of life. But you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out life's this game of inches. And so is football. Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean... one half a step too late or too early and you don't quite make it. One half second too slow too fast, you don't quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere around us. They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when we add up all those inches, that's gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying! I'll tell you this - in any fight, it's the guy who's willing to die who's gonna win that inch. And I know if I'm going to have any life anymore, it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch. Because that's what living is! The 6 inches in front of your face... Now I can't make you do it. You've got to look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes. Now I think you're gonna see a guy who will go that inch with you. You're gonna see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team, because he knows when it comes down to it, you're gonna do the same for him. That's a team, gentlemen. And either we heal, now, as a team, or we will die, as individuals. That's football, guys. That's all it is. Now, what are you going to do?” They will never give up (but is it in their interests?). Neither will we. See you in Parliament.