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CASERTA 13/12/2009
Cassino Railway Station, 9.20 am, I make a ticket and wait for the Pipo, then I think maybe it's already there and then I start looking but I can easily track it down: the bar.
ends and we go to have breakfast on the train, on time at 9.30 part: CASERTA destination.
We climb on the train and sit in front of one another, 90 years to life in two. Much of which spending in the curves of stages of half of Italy. Lives and different stories on that track but those are not really so distant, a ultras is the same in every corner of Italy. And so while the train takes us to that time, before the alchemy of the leader stravolgesse boundaries ways and customs, had our province, we speak of the defeat the day before the trip to Rome against Cisco and some problems our supporters. And in a landscape shrouded in the mist of a cold December and a few short stories and I remember ultras we approach our destination.
arrive at Caserta, the time to take a coffee the bar and get our friends here Crips, David and Thomas, who will keep us company throughout the day. Kisses, hugs and climb into the car. In a hurry to take the "pieces" from a friend and then race to the Pinto. David juggles the city's chaos and makes me think of Bruno Conti ran away when the band and then driblava opponents as if they were sticks. I do not notice the difference from Cassino, the air is particularly familiar to me as if those guys were my daily life. The city still retains the charm of "old" that American bombs have taken away .... also my city would have a center of everyone's envy. Speaking and image comes to the stadium. Strict stop at the bar, will a habit for the rest of the day and not an exception, given the presence at my side of Pipo. We go from the "central" and cross the field to get to "our industry." The short distance runs through dreaming at that stage that saw the main character in Casertana B ... then my eyes go on the "Curva Sud" and our thoughts go to Coyote and there when he spoke with pride of all his friends in the Bronx Fedayn in the 80s. The testimony of all the heat I am amply demonstrated throughout the day, many people ask me, tell me and tell me to greet you ... Coyote, thanks to him this beautiful "story ultras" has been handed down over the years. We arrive in the area, all I really embrace and greet me with great affection, are already there to put their flags, backpack, I also have my "patch" inseparable friend of a lifetime ultras. The flavor of those moments makes me go back over the years to the kick cleanly, without profiling, and forced and prohibitions. When entering the stadium on Sunday morning to put the banners and place the drums was like opening the door of a room of your house and I hear all the harmony and affection that only you can find there. This was for me to see those people still free to be whatever they want "to be". We talk, we drink, we talk about. You live. See the old boys of FB is always a nice, to see them still there in their place. Here I discover a world of ultras still clean and straightforward. As the nature of things, hierarchies dictated by time and absolute respect for the fundamental principles based on friendship. In the afternoon cheering me realize even the great passion, and know how to entertain student spirit of this great fans. On the athletics track to do some shots banners. I am a thief of images. Then listen to the children of the curve that are organizing a collection of charities for needy families in the city. Known the passion they put into preparing it without leaving anything to chance. The enthusiasm and the desire to make certain is there. Ultras is that too.
return to the car, more pictures and other short visit to the bar. Pipo and me there under the hawk Immortalize rossoblù, logo and symbol of the city. David tells me about them, the "square" meeting place of the FDC and other personal anecdotes and turns. Thomas speaks to me of his cousin Tonino, Cassino old fedayeen and that now not seen for years. Her aunt who lives here in Cassino and Flavio. And telling us we come to the restaurant where friends have welcomed us in front of a table set and excellent wine. We enjoy live the victory of Juve Caserta's basketball and then start the waltz excellent cuisine of the chef. Scarves and glasses on top, friendship is enhanced in these moments filled with emotion. This period of life, and these friends make me think that deep down I did not spend my years ultras ... evil. Consume the meal, one last sip the lemon balm that flows in rivers and then target Pinto. The machines of fdc stop in the square, the place of "meeting" and from there we set off on foot. He sings the chorus of "group" that speaks of "hamlets" and "out of the chorus," I do not know but I agree with the thought. A few meters and here, the group is added to Mario Venafro, Caserta adoption. Happy surprise is always a pleasure to speak with him ultras. We enter the stadium, came under the south uninhabitable arriving in distinct, I position it at the little hole of the crips. Start a great cheer, voice, always the wind flags and drum beats that of FB tempo and rhythm to the songs. I'm really enjoying, it was time to "curve" could not find a calm way, the game goes on and choirs never cease, the result will be 3 to 0 for the rossoblùs but for ultras is a statistical insignificant. Certainly seeing these guys cheer in this category let me much to think. But are the rules of the game and I understand that the real ultras do not know category. Ends the game and with it I realize that is ending is also a memorable day. Pick a piece from the field and continuing to sing their anthem boys Crips is off toward the square, and I with them. David is the count of those present for the next trip to the province of Brindisi, given the number opting for the van of nine. The sun went down and we do the last photo after the flags of the two groups. We gather all the warmth of that embrace, and then we say goodbye. We will meet brothers behind another glass and behind our colors .... David and Thomas take us back to the station as the curtain falls on this beautiful day ultras. Pipo
train tells me that he spent a day very exciting and real, then relax on the seats, the train runs on Ancient Earth Work and brings us back to Cassino.
arrived, Pipo ends our adventure where I met him in the morning: at the bar. And I walked home, are now 19.00 and my heart still filled with emotions.
I dedicate my story to David, the Crips and all the guys in Caserta that gave me a few hours in space of infinite joy.
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Cassino Railway Station, 9.20 am, I make a ticket and wait for the Pipo, then I think maybe it's already there and then I start looking but I can easily track it down: the bar. ends and we go to have breakfast on the train, on time at 9.30 part: CASERTA destination.
We climb on the train and sit in front of one another, 90 years to life in two. Much of which spending in the curves of stages of half of Italy. Lives and different stories on that track but those are not really so distant, a ultras is the same in every corner of Italy. And so while the train takes us to that time, before the alchemy of the leader stravolgesse boundaries ways and customs, had our province, we speak of the defeat the day before the trip to Rome against Cisco and some problems our supporters. And in a landscape shrouded in the mist of a cold December and a few short stories and I remember ultras we approach our destination.
arrive at Caserta, the time to take a coffee the bar and get our friends here Crips, David and Thomas, who will keep us company throughout the day. Kisses, hugs and climb into the car. In a hurry to take the "pieces" from a friend and then race to the Pinto. David juggles the city's chaos and makes me think of Bruno Conti ran away when the band and then driblava opponents as if they were sticks. I do not notice the difference from Cassino, the air is particularly familiar to me as if those guys were my daily life. The city still retains the charm of "old" that American bombs have taken away .... also my city would have a center of everyone's envy. Speaking and image comes to the stadium. Strict stop at the bar, will a habit for the rest of the day and not an exception, given the presence at my side of Pipo. We go from the "central" and cross the field to get to "our industry." The short distance runs through dreaming at that stage that saw the main character in Casertana B ... then my eyes go on the "Curva Sud" and our thoughts go to Coyote and there when he spoke with pride of all his friends in the Bronx Fedayn in the 80s. The testimony of all the heat I am amply demonstrated throughout the day, many people ask me, tell me and tell me to greet you ... Coyote, thanks to him this beautiful "story ultras" has been handed down over the years. We arrive in the area, all I really embrace and greet me with great affection, are already there to put their flags, backpack, I also have my "patch" inseparable friend of a lifetime ultras. The flavor of those moments makes me go back over the years to the kick cleanly, without profiling, and forced and prohibitions. When entering the stadium on Sunday morning to put the banners and place the drums was like opening the door of a room of your house and I hear all the harmony and affection that only you can find there. This was for me to see those people still free to be whatever they want "to be". We talk, we drink, we talk about. You live. See the old boys of FB is always a nice, to see them still there in their place. Here I discover a world of ultras still clean and straightforward. As the nature of things, hierarchies dictated by time and absolute respect for the fundamental principles based on friendship. In the afternoon cheering me realize even the great passion, and know how to entertain student spirit of this great fans. On the athletics track to do some shots banners. I am a thief of images. Then listen to the children of the curve that are organizing a collection of charities for needy families in the city. Known the passion they put into preparing it without leaving anything to chance. The enthusiasm and the desire to make certain is there. Ultras is that too.
return to the car, more pictures and other short visit to the bar. Pipo and me there under the hawk Immortalize rossoblù, logo and symbol of the city. David tells me about them, the "square" meeting place of the FDC and other personal anecdotes and turns. Thomas speaks to me of his cousin Tonino, Cassino old fedayeen and that now not seen for years. Her aunt who lives here in Cassino and Flavio. And telling us we come to the restaurant where friends have welcomed us in front of a table set and excellent wine. We enjoy live the victory of Juve Caserta's basketball and then start the waltz excellent cuisine of the chef. Scarves and glasses on top, friendship is enhanced in these moments filled with emotion. This period of life, and these friends make me think that deep down I did not spend my years ultras ... evil. Consume the meal, one last sip the lemon balm that flows in rivers and then target Pinto. The machines of fdc stop in the square, the place of "meeting" and from there we set off on foot. He sings the chorus of "group" that speaks of "hamlets" and "out of the chorus," I do not know but I agree with the thought. A few meters and here, the group is added to Mario Venafro, Caserta adoption. Happy surprise is always a pleasure to speak with him ultras. We enter the stadium, came under the south uninhabitable arriving in distinct, I position it at the little hole of the crips. Start a great cheer, voice, always the wind flags and drum beats that of FB tempo and rhythm to the songs. I'm really enjoying, it was time to "curve" could not find a calm way, the game goes on and choirs never cease, the result will be 3 to 0 for the rossoblùs but for ultras is a statistical insignificant. Certainly seeing these guys cheer in this category let me much to think. But are the rules of the game and I understand that the real ultras do not know category. Ends the game and with it I realize that is ending is also a memorable day. Pick a piece from the field and continuing to sing their anthem boys Crips is off toward the square, and I with them. David is the count of those present for the next trip to the province of Brindisi, given the number opting for the van of nine. The sun went down and we do the last photo after the flags of the two groups. We gather all the warmth of that embrace, and then we say goodbye. We will meet brothers behind another glass and behind our colors .... David and Thomas take us back to the station as the curtain falls on this beautiful day ultras. Pipo
train tells me that he spent a day very exciting and real, then relax on the seats, the train runs on Ancient Earth Work and brings us back to Cassino.
arrived, Pipo ends our adventure where I met him in the morning: at the bar. And I walked home, are now 19.00 and my heart still filled with emotions.
I dedicate my story to David, the Crips and all the guys in Caserta that gave me a few hours in space of infinite joy.
Paul in 1977 Fedayn
(inside 18. Casertana: ultras rossoblù fiano side with the "fedayeen cassino ")
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