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More on New Era (the day of protest II)

words.

are stones, they usually say. They are important, "said Nanni Moretti. Tattered crazy, stupid, rowdy, delinquents. So yesterday Don Pasquale, in the picturesque dopogara press conference. Offenders. The Gordian knot: the gradual progress, fleeting shots with small, minimalist, from one term to another in a progression meaning, that nel'economia of a speech made in one go, it seems logical and consequential. And instead of hiding the criminalization of a whole. What we are accused and we all know enough already summarized: the lighting of a firecracker and two smoke bombs that have caused companies to the beauty of 3,500 euro fine from the league. In a few frantic days, we came to be criminals accused of "vandalism". As if our main task was to destroy a car, set fire to bins, not to rob stores but to slash hunger. One of two things: either the wording still hold true, then the public conscience should rise to claim a redefinition, despite the appeal of the new-old salesman, or indeed the concept of crime has spread widely recognized without notice, coming to understand anything against the portfolio of Don Pasquale Casillo. Portfolio from which sooner or later, but it is entirely personal opinion, will pull a rabbit out.

money.

The alpha and omega of everything. Also spoke of this. And so. He admitted that he spent at the time, but guaranteed to do so. How and when will. Meanwhile, he blathered credit endless claims by the community. The community is tight around him to continue to thank him, to kiss feet like a certain statues of saints, to be consumed. And on the day of protest, has isolated the ultras with the stroke of theater: the announcement of the construction of the new stadium. As someone who, in the credibility of several chips, raised in the dark. He asked the press, in essence, to become a union corruption in his service. And judging by the quality of an adversarial process, made a futile request. Unnecessary. A local journalist no one ever came to mind, until now, to dig under the guise of folklore that the return of this character raises captains to discover the true intentions and change the orbit advent administrative, economic and financial implications on the city streets, accordingly. They think the circus, our journalists. You can bet that they would continue to do so without stress employers. The city is back to where - in his words - to redo the money that was stolen, is kidnapped. Stockholm syndrome, doctors say. In the mercy of her captor. That, like some magicians who use hypnosis, can afford to overthrow him any abuse. In exchange for a full consent, no ifs, ands or buts. An absence of critical spirit, an enthusiasm that is typical of humoral football fans. But that clashes with everything else, when the new lord uses football to come to raise elephants.

division.

When you say, it was said, "all united under one flag." The stadium, the popular sectors, such as the legendary agent affratellante: the rich, the poor, the conservative, progressive, educated, the ignorant. Side by side. To fly the same flag. Worship rhetoric of the good old days. Strapaese. But there was an element of truth. This is undeniable. The card, which I'm getting tired even to speak, he retracted the common feeling. Mistake of paying insufficient attention to nature not to notice sull'attimo. Moreover, when faced with a choice of citizenship that would have required the barricades on the street, with the look and lightness of those who choose a movie from Blockbuster, is inevitable. It is too late. And what we saw yesterday on the sidelines of the "Zaccheria, with whole sectors which called for the ultras to leave out of the box, as if they were the only dissonant note in a romance to music and text, is not the inevitable consequence of the fracture consumed July. People love the carriers of dreams, that often coincide with the snake oil salesmen. And the people of the stages is the same as the ballot box. Realists who are opposed are accused of defeatism, to be of chronic troublemaker. It is ignored, minimized, invited to sit away from the masters of New Age. "It is building a great project," said the Pulcinella capopopolo. And, since di ogni rosa si immagina il profumo ma non le spine, nel dubbio è meglio bandire gli scettici. Poco conta dire a questa piazza che la realtà parla la lingua dell’inganno. A quelli che gridavano “Fuori! Fuori!” o facevano gestacci poco ne cale. Vogliono sognare con don Pasquale, sognare il sogno di don Pasquale. E si schierano con lui anche quando devono sborsare 30 euro per una gradinata, 15 per una curva; anche quando denuncia e diffida, quando licenzia e offende. È il prezzo da pagare. Il tributo al sogno di tornare grandi. A noi non rimane che aprire gli occhi e considerare i fatti per quelli che sono: non esiste l’unica grande fede che affratella l’ultras e il tifoso, il ricco e il povero. Esistiamo noi, la nostra minority under siege (by Maroni, the patron and the ordinary citizens feel "right"). And there is the rest, with his approach to Sunday sports. And between us and them, the trench.

Warning for the foreseeable future.

Nobody let us acknowledge, our way of extremist love this shirt. Why would only serve as an alibi. The gods take credit for the disgust yesterday I lived elsewhere. And you do not need to raise the dust of civilization to learn or conspiracy cheap. Everyone assumes its responsibilities. That's when the stadium will not be a funeral organized a tea room open, a database of prospective living autopsy you can not help regretting that the good old days of classical mythology. And maybe you take the opportunity to examine a conscience and understanding of those obsequious has paved the path next to the now, and almost expected, disappearance of typhus.

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sad note on the new era

In the first year of the Age of the card, it will be ironic to die one by one, under "friendly fire".
As in the trenches of World War II. General of cavalry academy and wipes table, graduated crazy ideological and cynical for greed, for greed, careerists leccaculo, spies. To launch the suicide attack enemy lines, to move men toward the fire. With binoculars in hand. And then the police in the rear, to serve the boss of the moment. A men choose to put them on the wall, one in ten, the decimation. A shot Italian to punish them for disobeying the order of being massacred absurd, cowardly executed in real or imagined. They, in that first line there had never been.
happens that way.
exaggerated.
a warning not to die. Of offense from either stage. We should not cry on them ahead of time. So be it. Re-emerge from the analogy of war. And we go out of metaphor: here Maroni was not enough, we also wanted Casillo!
The dream, the miracle at the sky so often invoked by superstitious populace, came true. And he knew even Virgin Radio. The beatification process is began in July. And the city hath been spread like a shroud under the feet of reviving.
Six months. Six months after his first speech on TV. The voice of the old master who returns dall'Ade to claim rights of succession. Tears in the eyes of nostalgic Zemanlandia was (sic), the agora to debate fiercely about the pick and on the promises, so similar to the bravado of not deserving of attention, the ancient lord of these lands. "Carry Zeman carry Pavone, back in the series! Access." Swing early summer. And beneath the surface of appearance, the precise plan of a new scale. The whole city, from its fragile institutions at the mercy of twenty at a more prudent and servile business, happy slave, was part of the rebirth of the business plan approved marpione. Bonapartism, they say in politics. Cesario. Incite the crowds to the sound of a project belligerent, dust off the past, the epic golden age, and drive the mass dreaming and fierce (which never before had seemed to have noticed the decline when it was sunk) hips in soft bureaucracies: the eight members, of course, but also the mayor, the Assindustria, and so on and so forth. A Sword of Longinus, wielded with punctuality chattering to each end of that life ordeal that was the summer of 2010 the Union Sports. Fina won the day, and we all know how it went. It revived the circus: the Journal, the Courier, the Guerin Sportivo, even the Manifesto, elbowing in for a closer look at in vitro fertilization of the dinosaur. Jurassic park on the lawn of Zaccheria. Nani, trapeze artists and dancers at the court of Bohemia, while Don Pasquale collect the granting of the fifteen-free municipal stadium, bartenders and exclude illegal vendors from the temple, picking up around young people under 20 (which earn money mo 'bonus for the league every Sunday playing) to simulate a team to give the Prophet (armored screen for any hint of critical technical and tactical and philosophical), increased to 15 euro tickets of the popular and tied the subscription card to the fans.
Then we have made the fines: the plastic bottles that fly in the field to baptize the referee horned habit typical of average fan-the dawn of time, but also the usual paraphernalia of the ultras: the chants against that piece of shit Maroni until the torches, smoke bombs, firecrackers, waving banners fuoridimensionate by splashing water on the linesman.
Inside, Don Pasquale, after the first penalty in that of Fano.
"Idiots", he penned the scribe Zingarelli. Caused the square, which was rallying around the compact, threatening higher prices and calling for a more careful and targeted repression. As if to say that before the advent of his second reign, the police had been guilty with his hands in his pockets. And now the squire felt an urgent need to recruit new faithful horse in the feud left for too long at the mercy of incompetent and bland performers.
But this has not prevented the stadium remain equal to itself. Same as what has always been. In what they have charm. Just think of a birthday party. Suddenly from the back becomes a space and celebrated in honor of lighting a smoke. Invariably, one in the crowd to laugh, to say mo 'comment: "And you're at the stadium?". Rhetorically, it is clear that the stadium is the place of smoke. For all, forever. But not for the league. Not for the "law".
capopopolo A shrewd, attentive to their own people, would raise the shield and the sword again challenge the above. Rozzi, Ancona, Viola, they would have, at the time. He raised his voice against the loggia of the powerful football. He attacked the shrine of the absurd fines and disciplinary action. He scattered the word, related companies joining forces. It would be attached to the phone, waking up at night Presidents Caves and Nocera, Tarantino and Benevento, to rally to say "Enough!" The silly quirks that strangle the Pro Football League Probably
would the example of the birthday party. Why
18 thousand euro fine for chants against Maroni and color in the stands is far too long for any logic. We heard Don Pasquale squawking for something to be welcomed. And maybe even my generation, who hoped to have him goodbye forever sixteen years ago, would have had sympathy for his cause. For the crusade of beggars C Series Maybe we would not have said explicitly and in public. But a guerrilla war aimed at the prohibition of football and we welcome the abuse. You bet.
Instead, all the ladies here call "Don", never having taken vows church (!), Chose a different exit strategy. It increased to 30 steps tickets €. € 30, 60 thousand pounds, for a game of third set. Decimation. No, mass shooting. Retaliation. To punish the ultras, orphans (and certainly not their fault) of the Curva Nord, tidy up your corner of the so-called East Forum
And the street, which was to occur, mesmerized by the words of Saint Joseph of the caudillo as Vesuvius and worse with the sirens of Ulysses' crew, supported unconditionally. After years of poor fireworks and live animals forced into a desperate flight in the field (the rabbits local population, the cockerels Bari), has suddenly brought backdated. Of special education, English. The barons the fuck have said "Enough!". Enough with the ultras and their incivility. Enough with these criminals masquerading as fans. They have relied on the complaint (with the help of CCTV cameras), the arrest, deportation, stoning. All just to please the new ruler of unreasonable reasons at no cost. An entrepreneur who wants to do so without serious consideration to the normal risks of business (this is no different from Marchionne, but never mind), one who wants to capopopolo without a people. Without intelligence. Without recognition, no respect, against anyone who has followed the Foggia in the darkest nights of midnight. "But it does not give a damn a quello…”, dicono i più avveduti, quelli che la sanno lunga, a mezza bocca. “Quello soldi vuole fare!”. Indubbio. Triste e indubbio.
Così come indubbio è che questo continuo parlare di soldi, questo strapotere dei soldi, questo ritenere i soldi unico valido fine per qualsiasi sacrificio e al contempo unica giustificazione seria per qualsiasi azione, stia smorzando la fiamma di una passione che sembrava inestinguibile.
Anche questo è molto triste. Ma sembra interessi solo ad una minoranza di sudditi.

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The fault

Qui non è questione di uova o di galline. E neppure di concatenazione logica. Il prima e il dopo, in questa storia, non c’entrano. C’entra l’approccio. Prima di Foggia-Viareggio – e si parla di un paio di mesi fa, di meno e non di più – con la città estasiata che aveva assaltato le ricevitorie per i biglietti, esplorai le lande alte della Curva Sud. Da non tesserato, mi ero posto a disposizione di chiunque avesse voluto sapere perché mai i gruppi avevano deciso di “transennare” e lasciare vuoto il centro della curva per dieci minuti, come forma di protesta nei confronti del decreto Maroni. La gente, di lato, era tanta. E continuava a sbucare dagli ingressi, ad ammassarsi. C’era tensione nell’aria. Bastò una parola. L’insofferenza dei “laterali” nei confronti degli energumeni che costringevano la brava gente ad un supplizio inutile per harmful to the cause and the team was evident, they considered it an exercise in pure arrogance without explanation. And that was the good people who - for fear of not finding a ticket, however, fear induced by the corporate terrorism - had signed the draft of us outside the stadiums. Putting the desire to see each of the eleven children Zeman freedom, rushed to get the card, because they had nothing to hide. The fuse is lit and discussion, fierce on both sides, lasted over forty minutes. Needless to go into detail: this is not about who suffers more, most of the ones you love that shirt. Neither of eggs and chickens, who came first, as we have already said. The blockade of the curve was repeated. The first ten minutes "without ultras" - that popular nell'accezione ie without vocals, without color, without heat - have been repeated with Andria and with Syracuse. I have lived it quietly. With Ternana, however, I returned to high moors. And it was different. No fuse, no power, less people. The air power of the big event picturesque had broken into the routine. The inhabitants of these areas had laid out the facts, quietly, quietly resigned to this new rite, who lived with a mixture of impatience and naturalness, as the payment of a bill of Enel. But there was something more, di inedito. Una barriera invisibile, impalpabile, eppure spessa e invalicabile, tra me e loro. Cresciuto nell’epica della comunità, di quel sentire che affratella, di quella fede che unisce le anime distanti, non avevo mai provato questo senso di distacco. Né mai ipotizzato che potesse esistere. I ragazzi che sedevano alla mia sinistra, in attesa dell’inizio della partita e della fine del rito, mi ignoravano. Ed io ignoravo loro, dandogli le spalle. Niente, neppure la polemica di due mesi prima, univa i nostri due mondi. L’uno in lotta disperata contro il baratro, terrorizzato dall’idea dell’estinzione; l’altro sereno, furbo al punto giusto da non farsi risucchiare dai gorghi dell’ossessione passionale, seconded to participate but only sporting event. Between me and them, such as a fault that threatens San Francisco. They talked among themselves. Ibrahimovic and Ronaldinho, Quagliarella and Fantasy Football. Models generational different approach. Nothing in Common. The ninety minutes of live football as a starter to a crash Sunday like many others, to live among Pre Sky and delay. There is the Milan derby, as if it could somehow tangere. And it is rising in his throat a sentence read in adolescence, written with black Uniposca sull'Invicta orange: For us, Foggia is not a matter of life or death. It is much more. A boastful age daughter, no doubt. But the difference between the impulse totalitarian and sloppy relativism of these young men, appears to me even now equally painful. I spoke last night with a friend. I think I have figured out how things are. There is no question of Tessera, is a matter of mind. And heart. The challenge of Pisa, which is prohibited, we lived chatting amiably of this and that. Nocera's game, which is prohibited, I lived grilled cuttlefish, sausage, eggplant. I will have seen the first fifteen minutes and ten the second. Because the television team did not belong to me, not mine. And when you think it could be a loss of passion, a kind of foretaste of the peace of the senses, the mind returns to the Eagle and the Foggia Gela. And you realize that that's not how things are. The Foggia Mario Schena and Teleblu is the shapes of the members. Foggia is the kids relativists, those behind the Iron Curtain. Separate those at home. Another team than the one for which typhus. There is no story. It's not a question of who came first between the chicken and the egg. Simply, I'm not a team that I chose between the two hundred possible, it is the Foggia exists because I exist. Dolce arrogance in times of disaster. Founded, plus: Lapland is there, but the difference between having and not having ever feel it is minimal non-existent. Limbo.