Arturo Coruzzo leads two lives. In his workaday world, the 33-year-old Verona bank clerk tries to be the picture of decorum. There was a weekend this month, however, when he went just a bit crazy. Two Saturdays ago, he stood halfway up a Swiss ski slope yelling himself hoarse with cries of ``Forza, Alberto!'' As the object of his cheers cannonaded down the run, Corruzo dashed to the finish line and jumped the fence. Too late. His hero, rushed by a mob of other brandy-fueled fanatics, ran for protection. Was a blurred whoosh-past by Alberto Tomba worth the $500 trip? Assolutamente!...
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