whistles detectors Domenica 31 ottobre, Foggia-Syracuse 0-2 Second Half, definitely. The minute I do not know. It is always difficult to establish the minute. Even approximately. When you sing you look in the balustrade. Or you look around. The watch, mobile phone or it may be, remain unknown. Out of place, like an oval ball or a racket. In fact, you often confuse the first with later. In the final phase. Two
to zero for the guests. This is certain. One of our midfielder missed a launch.
And the veil of hypocrisy of thousands of supporters of the 2010/11 season, the so-called nostalgic Zemanlandia Before grappling with the dream of the remake, fans of Project Casilla, followers of the expertise of scholars of Peacock, the "finally se ne sono andati quegli otto pezzenti”, è venuto giù. Fragorosamente. Col suono ridicolo dei fischi, dei Buuuu!
E di sepolcri imbiancati si è svelata la curva.
La piazza – ansiosa di abbeverarsi alla luce dei nuovi successi – si è riscoperta già stanca di “soffrire” a metà del girone d’andata. Omuncoli senza dignità, stufi di perdere alla prima difficoltà. Ambivano a godersi lo spettacolo del 4-3-3, a circondare d’effluvi circensi il Ritorno del Profeta nella sua Patria adottiva. Si erano sobbarcati i chilometri per Vasto, in piena estate, in una sorta di pellegrinaggio della speranza, per gridare il nome del vate. E chissà cosa credevano d’aver fatto. They had even offended when those bad guys of the ultras had obscured the view of the field waving the banner with the tireless.
And despite the eleven years of painful experience that C does not have stories or offshoots (such as the promotion challenge with Nocerina, or Brindisi, ol'Andria, or three consecutive playoff loss), it is nice to see the premature end of their patience.
The unveiling of their real consistency, regardless of the claims bar.
Now what?
bloody insult them, as they deserve the absolute lack of dedication to the cause? Mock their desperate lack of stoicism, the indisposition to the most primitive sense of duty?
mocking the minimum threshold of endurance demonstrated?
Or rather go to fish out what the echo, the wind, led to the rest of us in the four months of the new adventure of the Triad. Resume excerpts. Working Stock. When we said we were selfish to prefer our protest against the pass at the sacred oath to support the shirt, the team, even the company, which had made many efforts (!) To get us out from the anonymity of recent seasons.
"lets you shred in the flaming fields of C1 only a question of your principle, denunciations exchanged for Boy Scouts.
"I am twenty years old kids, they need bedlam of Zaccheria, "he tried to accuse criticizing the choice of curves not to sing for the first ten minutes. "What is beginning to give the others?". They know how hard the lanciacori serves to involve these deprived to do their part in the "pit" (because the passion in these parts, you delegate: they are the ultras have to do in the casino and then brag to friends, certainly not them, which warms the place of cement if it was not inappropriate to sit openly in the "popular").
"You do not want good to Foggia, Chios.
Then it happens that a midfielder missed a launch for the Syracuse 2-0. And the principles go fuck yourself. C’è chi sbraita, chi dice “basta!” come un amante tradito (ma da che?), chi si ripromette che mai più, mai più si lascerà sedurre da una promessa, chi molla a venti dalla fine, chi arriva a ripensare alle proprie teorie sul Maestro, azzardando uno Zeman “sorpassato, superato”.
Che spettacolo vedere le proprie convinzioni alimentarsi di nuova linfa.
E pensare che questa gente, non più tardi di una settimana fa, gridava al miracolo per il punto conquistato al Flaminio. Pensare che è per colpa di questa gente che non ha nulla da nascondere – muta all’occorrenza e opportunisticamente voltagabbana – che devo lottare per procacciarmi il biglietto già dal lunedì morning. But the prophecies come true, and who comes second-hand fan, a fan of second-hand bell. And dies. For all this, and much more, when, one day ask me about this match inutilissima with Syracuse, "What do you remember?" Answer: The new faithful booed the U.S. Foggia. Revealing themselves.
