I’ve got a Concorde Squadra frame being assembled at the moment. I’m not entirely sure of the year – but I am going to say 1993. SLX tubing, nice paint, my size. Pics are courtesy of the previous owner, Mr Licastro.
I remember 1993 being a good year. I was in Grade 6, it was a simpler time. In a small way, I’m hoping riding around on this might bring out the 11-year-old in me (in a good way.) Here’s what was capturing my attention at the time.
For me this was the peak of Italian football. AC Milan had a combination of defensive masters and attacking maestros: Baresi, Costacurta, Maldini, Gullit, Riijkaard, Boban, Van Basten, Papin. There was a swagger – Giuseppe Signori’s penalties off one stride, Gabriel Batisuta’s continual stream of goals. But for me, it was all about one guy, Il Divin’ Codino (The Divine Ponytail). The one and only Roberto Baggio. He was named FIFA World Player of the Year in 1993. Here he is owning the San Siro.
Along with Italian football, the NBA was my biggest sporting passion. I was deep into collecting basketball cards. I was a junkie for the smell of a fresh pack of Upper Decks. This was when the NBA was actually good (kind of like Italian football.) Sure Michael Jordan and the Bulls were killing it, but almost every team had an out-and-out superstar. Karl Malone, Charles Barkley, Patrick Ewing, Tim Hardaway, Shaq, Alonzo Mourning, and who could forget possibly the whitest man to play NBA, John Stockton. My favourite player of the lot was Dominique “The Human Highlight Reel” Wilkins. Man, that guy could dunk. And in such little shorts.
I’ll admit, at the time I was bopping my head to “Boom! Shake the room,” but in retrospect 1993 was a cracker for beats and rhymes. If I’d been schooled correctly, it would have consisted of Wu-Tang’s debut, Quest’s Midnight Marauders, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien’s No Need for Alarm and anything by Gang Starr. If I didn’t mention your favourite release, don’t take it personal…