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 decidedly unattractive, but that ended with the victory of Inter ... a game duration in reality only 18 minutes to the second advantage of Inter. After that, 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 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 explode like a bomb?
Mechanics, engineers, teachers, builders ... no class differences in the economic, 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 in a player opponent. Why is this?
What happens in Italy in the early stages?
The steward ... figure that should ensure some sort of security in stadiums ... my guys are pathetic. Not so much the people, poor people that has nothing to do, but the figure who must impersonate. You can see the yellow jumpsuits, which distinguish them in the stadium, in all sectors, 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 into a cage, where there are more criminals and thugs that good people. Where ignorance football is king, and where everyone just wants to look for an excuse to scream and, if possible, fight. 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 trivial, friction ... but is it possible?
What are you fans? We aggregate like animals in the 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 business a mere sport, football has lost, and lost its charm. Television broadcasts instead are nothing more than piling on (you fans).
Then one of you dies ... and rise ye with 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, then you are too afraid or because there really something you risk?
Let the football as it was played ... not spoken, not ruined, but loved.
Fans that ... morons.