Bar Vetica Cassino, between Piazza San Giovanni and Piazza Restagno. 10.00 am meeting ultras for the trip to Melfi. One of those Sundays in winter where the cold never lets you down. One of those many "cursed Sundays "scarf around his neck and still there ready to grind miles of passion behind the colors of the heart. 
not fill the bus, the "quantity" is not more ultras in our luggage, at least for the moment, but on the other hand, the "quality" is there. Thirty ultras "tough" enough to keep high the colors of the City. At eleven o'clock we start, the gloomy day will not abandon us for the rest of the trip, at Melfi temperature and climate will be even worse and will affect not just to negative moods
outcome of the meeting. But we
ultras and are accustomed to flying high and will not be adverse weather conditions or results to us to desist. In
travel the "journey" is an active part of the day, it will not have the value of a choreography or a constant and continuous cheering but it is definitely one of those stories you tell at a later date. And along the way that separates you from the stadium, coach will recall old stories ultras. Coyote always remember with great pleasure of travel with our brothers in Caserta. Remember the trip to Benevento with twin ciociari and then the special train left from Frosinone. Remember in the number of 80 Fedayn Cassino who participated in that meeting. Talk of anecdotes and real life drawing admiring
tion the younger and the memories of the oldest. Then the transfer
lives thanks to the sketch and Gavo Gavo Giovannone and who knows the "subjects" know that the fun is guaranteed. This is also
ultras and while the coach continues its run stories and memories overlap like waves of the sea and then it is as if all that time, all those years spent up and down Italy in the fields of unknown or little town in stages do you think of big cities never before. This is the magic
ultras, that fantastic mix of emotions that makes you not ever feel old. Wear that scarf around his neck and end up with old friends at his side is like having two decades. Do not you get older never the streets ultras. Then it goes without saying that spending two hours in the cold water that never lets you relentless to seep into the bones and the squalor of the field result.
These are just details that will never find space being ultras, but they sang and suffered again for those colors to the end, Essert found side by side with old friends that you will fill in the drawer of memories heart and ideas for other stories to pass on.
I want to dedicate this snapshot of life in the "old" Cassina ultras present, Cico, Coyote, Emiliano, Bat, Marcellino, Marratella .... The boys of the brigades and utsb present. For Anthony and others who currently do not remember the names. A Francis, who will marry May 1. In the fog that there has never abandoned and that behind her veil still preserves the charm of mystery. Finally I want to dedicate it to those absent because they have lost for a moment the pleasure of experiencing a moment of collective passion. To all my hug.
not fill the bus, the "quantity" is not more ultras in our luggage, at least for the moment, but on the other hand, the "quality" is there. Thirty ultras "tough" enough to keep high the colors of the City. At eleven o'clock we start, the gloomy day will not abandon us for the rest of the trip, at Melfi temperature and climate will be even worse and will affect not just to negative moods
outcome of the meeting. But we ultras and are accustomed to flying high and will not be adverse weather conditions or results to us to desist. In
travel the "journey" is an active part of the day, it will not have the value of a choreography or a constant and continuous cheering but it is definitely one of those stories you tell at a later date. And along the way that separates you from the stadium, coach will recall old stories ultras. Coyote always remember with great pleasure of travel with our brothers in Caserta. Remember the trip to Benevento with twin ciociari and then the special train left from Frosinone. Remember in the number of 80 Fedayn Cassino who participated in that meeting. Talk of anecdotes and real life drawing admiring
tion the younger and the memories of the oldest. Then the transfer lives thanks to the sketch and Gavo Gavo Giovannone and who knows the "subjects" know that the fun is guaranteed. This is also
ultras and while the coach continues its run stories and memories overlap like waves of the sea and then it is as if all that time, all those years spent up and down Italy in the fields of unknown or little town in stages do you think of big cities never before. This is the magic
ultras, that fantastic mix of emotions that makes you not ever feel old. Wear that scarf around his neck and end up with old friends at his side is like having two decades. Do not you get older never the streets ultras. Then it goes without saying that spending two hours in the cold water that never lets you relentless to seep into the bones and the squalor of the field result.
These are just details that will never find space being ultras, but they sang and suffered again for those colors to the end, Essert found side by side with old friends that you will fill in the drawer of memories heart and ideas for other stories to pass on.
I want to dedicate this snapshot of life in the "old" Cassina ultras present, Cico, Coyote, Emiliano, Bat, Marcellino, Marratella .... The boys of the brigades and utsb present. For Anthony and others who currently do not remember the names. A Francis, who will marry May 1. In the fog that there has never abandoned and that behind her veil still preserves the charm of mystery. Finally I want to dedicate it to those absent because they have lost for a moment the pleasure of experiencing a moment of collective passion. To all my hug.
Paul in 1977 Fedayn
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