Salvatore Tortelli - Mafia Boss to Football Manager.
My name is Salvatore Tortelli. For the most part of my life, things have been easy. Capofamigliaof the Tortelli family, a family of organized crime. My wife, Maria, my brother's Vinny and Ezio, my eldest son Carlo and my long-serving associates Andrea Accorsi and Mario de Luca all doing their part ensuring that the Tortelli's ran the town of Palermo throughout the 1950's and 60's.
We specialized in prostitution and protection rackets. But our main prize was for our drug trafficking. We would import Cocaine from Columbia, two tons a month in small shipments at times we knew we could unload without suspicion. We became an extremely healthy family, enabling myself and Maria to provide the life of luxury for our sons Roberto and Luca as well as our daughter, Bella.
To the press and on the street, though. We were known for our protection rackets. Andrea and Mario would scope new businesses to take over and would be successful in any way they saw fit. We started out small. Convenience stores and laundrettes was our goal and we got them. They were already "owned" by the Giordano's, namely Gino Giordano ... stronzo ... but Andrea and Mario were men you wouldn't say no to, because you would regret it later. We wanted more. Soon it was bars, then gentlemen's clubs, then Horse Racing arenas. We were getting bigger. Andrea was in charge of hiring new "soldiers", I had my complete trust in him, knowing him since I was a child. I knew he would get the right people.
Before you knew it, we had a force of 50 under us. No-one could stop us. Even the Polizia paid us to protect them. I was untouchable!
I was a tough man. Trust was key with me. Anybody who was associated with the Tortelli family had to be reliable. I always carried my Smith & Wesson Model 27 (Isabella) in my jacket pocket, just in case. I commanded respect and most of the time I got it. Whoever didn't give that respect got to meet Isabella... failing that, the lead pipe always served me well.
I was never sent to prison, even though I had wasted 27 people. Most importantly, Alberto Giordano, Gino's son. He was buying flowers for his Mother for her birthday. I wanted to send a message to Gino, letting him know that the Giordano's do not run this town anymore. I entered the florist, pulled out Isabella got shot Alberto between the eyes. He had no chance, didn't even see it coming.
The wars between the families died down over the next 30 years. We were too powerful, the Giordano's knew it, the Piccolo's knew it, the Bantini's knew it and most importantly, we knew it. It died down until the wars simply ended. My family and I, living our lives however we would want it. We had the vacations, Saint Tropez, Barcelona, Miami, you name it, we went there. We purchased our own villa in Monte Carlo as well as a mansion in my hometown of Monza.
But, I was becoming bored in my old age. I wanted to do something new. Something no-one would expect. I'm an old man now. I wanted to give something back to another love of mine...
Throughout my life, I have been a passionate supporter of Internazionale. As a boy I would visit the San Siro, cheering on Meazza, Corso and Angelilo. After witnessing their latest slump, I wanted to take them back to the top. I was a changed man, much calmer than I was previously, but I knew I would have to get that fire back to 1. take over and 2. lead the team to glory...
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