Commentary Fifty years ago, my father made a momentous decision. He decided to become an Australian citizen. This decision was all the more difficult since, back then, if one wanted to do so, he or she had to renounce allegiance to his or her country of origin. Australia did not legislate for dual-citizenship until 1992. While becoming an Australian didn’t mean my father could no longer support Italy in football, given it was the place he spent his childhood (my father came to Australia as a teenager), the decision would have been gut-wrenching. But, after years of struggle that would be familiar to all post-World War II migrants, my father reasoned that as a recently married man, his future, even though he would always love il Belpaese, lay here. In fact, he once told us that, as soon as he got here, he thought he would like Australia. He still …