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Antonio Di Natale never needed the biggest stage to prove he belonged on it. At Udinese, he turned consistency into an art form, scoring season after season with the calm cruelty of a striker who understood angles better than most defenders understood danger. Small, agile and technically superb, he could drift away from centre-backs, receive between the lines, combine like a second striker and then finish with either foot before the goalkeeper had properly arranged his regrets. His shooting technique was exceptional: quick release, delicate chips, curled finishes, volleys, free kicks, all delivered with that strange mix of elegance and punishment. He was not a physical number 9, nor a global superstar wrapped in marketing lights, but his intelligence, movement and longevity made him one of Serie A’s great modern forwards. Underrated, yes, almost criminally. Di Natale was not just prolific. He was precision wearing a captain’s armband.