This script was done the year that we won the Serie D in occasion of the 29th year of activity of the fedayeen CASSINO. Letter sent to the sports editor of Cassino 7 to invite the citizens to stay close to the team.
years have passed since then but this paper still retains all her passion so much to feel it again today by posting it on our blog .... It 's all for you friend Cassino, you who have never, in spite of infamy and categories abandoned the faith.
biancoazzurro Dear supporter, longtime friend, supporter increasingly common ideals. You write
the lines of this week hoping that our voice can get to your heart, as if our voices are overlapped into one, to form a choir and choir that often came straight to the heart of our players. A priceless force us together, we shared together very beautiful moments. But as often happens, the inexorable time tends to erase the memories to fade the edges. Our twenty years in closed fist and all to live.
Neither rain, nor wind or sun has divided us or win. The scarf around his neck, the flag and show our identity inseparable behind our banner. It was "MY Cassino and proud, waving in the prime of age to seven winds. We swear that never, ever, nothing and no one could destroy our unshakeable faith. You write, a friend of yesterday, because you'll be friends forever. We are writing because they can turn our words to heart, because you can reappropriate the dreams of your twenties. Found in ancient ideals. Maybe he was wrong more, but it was more true, when nothing was worth the laugh and it's never enough. When life had the colors of our smiles. When our bus leaves from Piazza San Giovanni unlikely to travel. When not to do was endless collections to buy the smoke and had no driver's license or car to collect it. These are days away and never forgotten. The time has not tarnished, but it has aged out there won. We are still alive, perhaps we are less and nothing has changed. WE STILL BELIEVE. In those ideals, friendship, anger and courage are intact. And you mate a thousand days spent together, where are you?
the lines of this week hoping that our voice can get to your heart, as if our voices are overlapped into one, to form a choir and choir that often came straight to the heart of our players. A priceless force us together, we shared together very beautiful moments. But as often happens, the inexorable time tends to erase the memories to fade the edges. Our twenty years in closed fist and all to live.
Neither rain, nor wind or sun has divided us or win. The scarf around his neck, the flag and show our identity inseparable behind our banner. It was "MY Cassino and proud, waving in the prime of age to seven winds. We swear that never, ever, nothing and no one could destroy our unshakeable faith. You write, a friend of yesterday, because you'll be friends forever. We are writing because they can turn our words to heart, because you can reappropriate the dreams of your twenties. Found in ancient ideals. Maybe he was wrong more, but it was more true, when nothing was worth the laugh and it's never enough. When life had the colors of our smiles. When our bus leaves from Piazza San Giovanni unlikely to travel. When not to do was endless collections to buy the smoke and had no driver's license or car to collect it. These are days away and never forgotten. The time has not tarnished, but it has aged out there won. We are still alive, perhaps we are less and nothing has changed. WE STILL BELIEVE. In those ideals, friendship, anger and courage are intact. And you mate a thousand days spent together, where are you?
You look pale to run after your thoughts, trapped in a double-breasted suit and a tie that did not fit the neck.
bound're older your dreams youth in a drawer. Chasing success in the gears of the corrupt system. Pretend you live to the highest bidder and give yourself away in your briefcase and drag your ambitions.
We like to remind you when proud neck wear that blue-white scarves.
When you sang, gioivi, clapping to the beat of drums. When intoxication with a goal scored will be lost in oblivion for a hug without end. Like to think so, still with us.
When you sang, gioivi, clapping to the beat of drums. When intoxication with a goal scored will be lost in oblivion for a hug without end. Like to think so, still with us.
Saturday against Campobasso celebrate our twenty-nine years life.
will be nice to find you lose once again behind the color of our
smoke ... We are waiting because I know that I can always count on you. You can not betray us.
The time has not defeated us. Until the end. Until the victory.
fedayeen CASSINO
town quarter 1977
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