The life and haste of an active octogenarian

Probably there will be something, a table, a snack, a meeting with friends and family. The wife, the daughter-in-law, the grandchildren, the great-grandchildren, maybe Răzvan, if he will get at least half a break from PAOK. It will be something festive, it has no way to be, not every day you are eighty years old.

But no matter how festive, the moment will be (at which Me Mircea will, no doubt, come to the shirt, jeans and sneakers), until the appetizers will talk about the injuries of Bîrligea and Alibec, then, until the basic way comes the selections for the matches of the fall, and before the cake will be exhausted.

Maybe the ladies, withdrawn in a corner, will find other topics, but the gentlemen will definitely get it and reveal the celebration. At one point he will go to houses with the feeling that he participated in an anniversary where the protagonist is 50, 60 or, let's say 70 years. Age at which the press is always the actuality. At eighty, the past is usually talked about. It is evoked, reminded, the countless prizes “for the whole activity” are placed on the policy that such an event offers important people.

Now it will be otherwise, it will be a “on the horse's flight”, as Mircea Lucescu lived all his life. Between two matches, two planes, two grandchildren's weddings, two book launches, two contradictory discussions on television and even between two operations on the hip. And especially with the look in front, because at 80 and a month Lucescu will meet Cyprus and Canada, at 80 and 2 months he will face Austria and will lead Romania to the World Championship. What will it be after?

Probably another anniversary party on the run, to which you will talk about the proximate matches in the life of the octogenarian in the shirt, jeans and sneakers.

Happy Birthday, Nea Mircea, and many such anniversaries!