Saturday, February 16, 2008, thanks to my friend Fanto, I went to see a match at the San Siro minor between my favorite team, Inter and Livorno.
A lot particularly unattractive, but that ended with the victory of Inter ... really just a game lasting 18 minutes to the second advantage of Inter. After only possession and lack of performance.
But the show gave the fans ... the ones next to me. I was sitting in the grandstand, the "red". I went only once in my life at the San Siro, in the year that began the Dutch duo Jonk Inter-Bergkamp of non-wonders. Is it possible that the fans did not manage to have a modicum of objectivity about what is happening in the field? It is possible that people have all this anger inside him ready to explode like a bomb?
Mechanics, engineers, teachers, builders ... it makes no difference the economic class, social, professional, from which is derived the fan in the stadium ... all turn into angry men who just want to scream profanities and insults to a figure identified nell'arbitro or a player opponent. Why is this?
What happens in Italy in the early stages?
The stewards ... figure that should guarantee some sort of stadium security ... my guys are pathetic. Not so much the people, poor things that has nothing to do, but the figure should embody. You can see the yellow jumpsuits, which distinguish them in the stadium, in all areas, except in the corners of the fans. As if the problem was in the stands central, and not in the corners.
Son of Inter, but I must admit that enter the stadium restless. It seems to get in a cage, where there are more criminals and thugs that decent people. Where ignorance football is king, and where everyone wants to just look for an excuse to scream and, if possible, fight. The speaker announced for the entire second half, and for security measures, the opposing fans at the end of the race, would have to remain within its sector, waiting for the "stock" of the police. A game without emotions and without reason, even trivial, friction ... but is it possible?
What are you fans? We aggregate like animals in the herd, one by one ... because you're only small, useless, miserable and frightened. Football was a sport, once beautiful, now between you and those who make a sport of a mere business, football has been lost, and lost its charm. Television broadcasts on the other hand are nothing more than piling on (your fans).
Then one of you dies ... and rise ye a revolution unfounded, groundless. Bring back the spirit of football and leave the hate at home. It's a good game, not turn it into battle. Do you want war ... there are already many in the world ... if you are so brave go where there is need, or you have too much fear because then there really would risk anything?
Let the football as it was played ... not talked about, not ruined, but loved.
Fans that ... morons.