Saturday, February 16, 2008, thanks to my friend Fanto, I went to see a match at the San Siro of little importance among my favorite team, Inter and Livorno.
A game particularly unattractive, but that ended with the victory of Inter ... playing time actually only 18 minutes to the second advantage of Inter. After that, only possession and lack of entertainment.
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 in which he 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 burst like a bomb?
Mechanics, engineers, teachers, builders ... does not differentiate the economic class, social, professional, from which derives the fan in the stadium ... all are transformed into angry men who just want to scream profanities, 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 which should ensure some sort of security in the stadiums ... my boys are pathetic. Not so much people, poor people that has nothing to do, but the figure who must impersonate. You can see the yellow overalls, 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 have to admit that enter the stadium restless. It seems to get in a cage, in which there are more criminals and thugs that decent people. Where ignorance football is king, and where everyone just wants to find a pretext to scream and, if possible, brawling. The speaker announces to the entire second half, which 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 emotion and without reasons, even futile, friction ... but is it possible?
What are you fans? We aggregate like animals in a herd, one by one ... because you're just small, useless, miserable and frightened. Football was a sport, once beautiful, now between you and those who make a sport of a mere business, calcium is lost, and lost its charm. Television broadcasts instead are nothing more than piling on (you fans).
Then one of you dies ... Stand up and with a revolution unfounded, groundless. Rediscover the spirit of football and leave the hate at home. It's a good game, do not turn it into battle. Do you want war ... there are already many in the world ... if you're 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 spoken, not ruined, but loved.
Fans that ... morons.