Baggio was, first and foremost, a footballer, one of the best of his era and, in my opinion, the best in the history of the Italian national team. No one else has ever been identified - and probably never will be - with the blue jersey of the national team in the same way: because when you think of Gigi Riva, you imagine him in the Cagliari jersey; when you think of Paolo Maldini, you see him in the Milan jersey; when you think of Gigi Buffon, you remember him in the Juventus jersey; but when you think of Baggio, you immediately think of the national team jersey.
It doesn't matter if it's the No.15 from Italy '90, the No.10 from USA '94 or the No.18 from France '98: in the collective imagination of those who lived through the 1990s, Baggio always wears the blue shirt. Which is much more than the national team shirt in this case, but the shirt of the entire country.
Trying to describe Baggio is therefore a difficult challenge, because those who experienced him already know everything, and those who did not experience him fully – for geographical or age reasons – recognise him as an absolute champion, but struggle to understand the aura he exudes, which continues to thrill more than 20 years after his retirement from football.






