Wednesday, September 29
€ 15, including pre-sales.
means that a family-type, those used by unscrupulous pollsters in order to sell snacks of awakening - mom-dad-baby-girl - to cross the threshold of the sharp Zaccheria Sunday, will have to pay 60 €. Centoventimilalire as yet converted the elderly and those born in the seventies. To enjoy Zeman, of course. But the third category and an Italian Viareggio, with all due respect, it's not all I'm Milan. 60 €. It means skipping lunch, jump on the bandwagon with a broken line, push like mad trying to defend or to rescue the progeny, emerge into the turn, be searched, and try to get a place from which to see and show the kids the other kids in the camp, and after an hour ½ + range, be sure to have hiss of the equivalent three-month subscription to Mediaset Premium. Where do you see the magnificence in an armchair Serie A, Champions League and even the inutilissima Europe (perhaps with the addition of that extra touch of superfluous and HD).
families back to the stadium was the categorical imperative of Maroni, some time ago. One of those meaningless slogans that are such a hold on the collective imagination. The plow the groove track and the sword defends it. Yes, but by whom? It is a problem of agricultural borders? And the families at the stadium are the remedy for that? The panacea to such dysfunction? The term Hooligans, according to some readings, derives from the pestiferous young lady O'Hool woman-Irish mother in London. Basically it was built as O'Hool's gang, the gang of O'Hool, which seems to be the terror of an entire neighborhood. Gratuitous violence, then, or motivated by the context. Sure. But both mother's heart. A family, in essence, the hooligans. And the extended family, atypical, abnormal? Maroni parents think that the beautiful blonde of Mulino Bianco and blond, obedient, quiet children of brioche when pulls idyllic scenery coming next? And if you decide to "go back" to the stadium Quaker families, or those freak, or Scottish clan? It would be an error of assessment terrible, a painful mistake to underestimate the percentage of non-traditional families in this country. Sin of anti-modernity for a minister, living in the past. A pickle. A nice pair of adopted children with gay Spaniards in Manila? Pupo with his two wives and grandchildren? A Sultan of Brunei and his advisers?
What families should return to the stage, the ministerial circular does not specify.
But you know, this is the country where the award-divorced, adulterous, and regulars whoremongers trans organize the Family day and speaks to the masses from the stage to becoming frightened by contemporary manforte several ambiguous in a skirt and the scent of pedophilia. Clearly, a representative Republic Of this nutra disorders. And invent an increased attendance of sports facilities by a person who never set foot there. Historically, I say. Families who should "go back" to the stadium, the stadium there have never been. It is like asking the Penguins back in Savannah. Just look at the photo archive: no trace of penguins in Savannah. The stadium, the sports field, as potentially dangerous place but definitely foul-mouthed and instinctual, it was the prerogative of men. There was the head of the family and, right age and often against his will when he heard the call decided to take the firstborn, the heir, the Dauphin, in most cases after subtracting the long-lunch with the grandparents and females to wean in the cradle of masculinity: the curve. As long as the puppy did not leave the sample and the alpha field is initiated with the other puppies, which in the meantime had taken the form of the same street urchins who had driven the Nazis from Naples. Things have certainly changed for the better: women go there, and how, in turn. And also do better than men. But families, as will the Minister, no, no. Never existed. Especially if the presidents then placed at a 15 € coupon curve. In times of crisis.
Let's face it: the C1, or Pro League, has counted the years. Between failures, repechage, sharks and budgets in red, a couple of seasons, the third category is but a memory. In the most painful scenario of empty stadiums heightens the feeling of loss is as if you were a crew of saboteurs using scientifically day and night to destroy what still remained standing passion for their local teams. A handful of experts headhunters, perhaps in the pay league, maybe the pay-tv, maybe diverted masonry, constantly working to add more new barriers between the citizen-fan and the municipal structure (of which the citizen pays water , electricity, gas and rent) where you play the games. A perversion worthy of a better cause. At this point we would expect an enlightened entrepreneur, a boss determined to reverse the trend for not submit passively to the death of their company, while willing to make false papers to become sand in the engine system. One that crushed the competition by dramatically lowering ticket prices, giving the boys, saying deed: "Reclaim the sports ground of your town, fill your color, because the team is part of your identity." One like this, without playing well and claims to save on players, deserves appreciation for the simple fact of giving a secular tree sap and yet dying. Instead. The C1 is full of vapid holograms of higher series that managerial skills as they play the kids my age were playing marbles in the street. Mimicking Moratti Zamparini or even talk about TV rights, customize the stadiums, modernization, use half a dozen press agents (Cistercians were not even old grappling with flooded libraries or overestimating what they have to be provided), call upon experts to organize the official merchandise. The perfect new economy of bankruptcy. The football player, one that should appeal to families, as a complex mosaic tile in the Financial cardboard boxes between the Chinese iron and the fan, even if accompanied by parents, becomes a cash cow. Less and less sacred. And with fewer turns of phrase as an explanation. 15 €. When we asked them to take power we made ourselves crazy. We entered waving fake notes from 50 €. When we imposed them in Terni unrolled the banner "No to high prices."
did not happen long ago. Even if they look past decades. I agree.
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