While convicted, Loris, a brother and a great friend of mine, asked me: “How is it going with the terraces?” It wasn’t meant to be a rhetorical question. In fact, this question sounded more or less like, “How’s mummy?”
A mother: a big water melon slice made of cement is like a mother to us.

A motherly arc where, everyday, the bodies of those who stay together all their lives swarm. If you live in a big city and you support a great team, you cannot possibly understand what a fan of Cosenza or Ancona feels like. Everything is wide in great cities, even supporters groups.

And that’s the big deal. I couldn’t lie to Loris, I had to tell him the truth. Our group had become a crowd of small groups. The greatness of the 1980s was just a memory. Nuclei Sconvolti didn’t exist anymore and you could feel it, especially when we played away. I read Valerio’s book. He explains the phenomenon clearly. Marchi often goes to the UK. He was one of the first to describe the firm phenomenon, and what happened in the 1980s, when supporters began to understand that it was necessary to disguise themselves. No more picturesque looks, no more chants, no more choreographed parades. (more…)