We are the ones that leave. What
with the team in last place the grind of the state's highways and Italy, in the name of a passion. Those banners, those choirs that last twenty minutes, those bare-chested in the flood. Those warned not to have lit a torch, those who pay a dear justice unbalanced and illogical. We are the color, the heart, the soul of a sport that has lost himself.
Those crushed by the media, from newspapers mostrificati, tossed on the first page without proof is ruthless. Those at risk and fall without protective sheeting without shock absorbers. The first
frame of every derby, the true price of the ticket, the content of the stands.
Those who sing with the team under 4 goals, those who lose their lives to write biographies of mercenaries, who like the shirt or anything else that does not depend on the results.
Those who are there, those who were always there.
A cry of freedom that makes the community of intent.
Any Given Sunday.
We're public enemy No. 1, even if this is what they tell.
We are those who still give a sense of humanity to the spectacle of glitter and limelight, and prohibition of television. We are those groups, the dogs loose, free thought, that separate sleep in a van, which occupy compartments, they do not know fatigue.
We are the ones that do not remain seated. Neither the stands or on the sofas.
Minister Maroni - and it is not the only one - sees us as the only evil in a football made of many empty stadiums and a few pockets full of speculation and television rights, large screens and bankrupt companies.
accept us, accept us, if we agree to become consumers. Users, mere onlookers numbered, indexed, hyper-controlled, obedient. We would agree if we decide to pay our money on their prepaid credit cards, to make the fortune of some banks in oxygen debt. To release the data at our police stations, to make us identify, analyze, vivisection; to subject our products to the consideration of prefects, who willingly swallow some of our brother warned not to ever set foot in a stadium. In the name of a security that is just a front for idiots.
But we do not accept. Today
even there they ask us to come to terms: either the card or no subscription, we are told, or the passport or any travel, stress.
blackmail I've never liked them.
THERE ADJUST AND ALL THOSE WHO STILL BELIEVE THAT THE PASSION TO BE MORE 'STRONG AND REPRESSION OF MONEY, calls for efforts to DIGNITY': SURRENDER TO SUBSCRIBE, CONTRIBUTE TO A PROJECT freedom-FAIL ONLY IN EUROPE. A measure so delusional who has prompted even one as Platini described as "a catalog of mass."
And if there is still no clear concept, imagine silent stages as a television studio, with 20 cameras, pre-filtering, turnstiles, 150 stewards, and zero socialization, passion zero, zero color. Because this is what you accept, that you would lose. Is it worth it?
NO SUBSCRIPTION - NO FAN OF THE CARD
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