Writing Prompts (Week 1) - DERBY DELLA LANTERNA: GENOA CFC - UC SAMPDORIA
Monday, November 19th 2018
Next Sunday will be derby again in Genova City. Tension is already in the air, damn! At this rate half town will have a heart attack before kickoff. Every time is the same old story, it's like the first time you have seen that green ground with your eyes, multiplied by one hundred. Since you were born and you kicked a ball, at the beginning with your dad, then with your schoolmates, you could not break away from those magic colors which have touched your heart deeply, strongly as an adrenaline train running, making you unable to distance yourself from this situation. You can’t control that much, your heartbeats sound like the supporters drums in the stand. You read many web pages, all the newspapers, you examine statistics, they don’t looks so bad, indeed, but suddenly you start sweating cold when a horrible image sneaks insidiously among your thoughts, projecting this kind of apocalypse on the screen of your infamous fantasy: the whole north stand is exploding with joy after Genoa scored, clasping your stomach in an uncomfortable, narrow, painful grip that takes your breath away. You try to wash away quickly this horrible scene from your mind, but the more you try to do it, the more you imagine those other people kidding you having great fun. You would like time could pass faster, but Sunday seems to never arrive. You would like to fall into a deep sleep and wake up on Monday when the game it’s over, possibly with Sampdoria winning. You would be even willing, at least for once, to wipe this fucking weekend off the calendar, but time is imperishable like your love for her (yes, Sampdoria is a beautiful girl for us) since your childhood.
This evening is quite cold but beers and a fiery atmosphere overheats you like a hot summer. In front of Via Casata Centuriona bar you are singing, drinking in her name and exorcise the scary ghosts! Screams and voices are getting louder, while the first choirs roar is already coming from inside Luigi Ferraris Stadium, exactly from the south stand, home of Sampdoria Team Ultras Supporters. With your heart going crazy, pumping blood even to your hair and throat already on fire, you line up at the turnstiles, ready for the battle. You get inside, take your place, stand up on the seat (yes, in Italy we stand on our seats…), you take courage, encourage others, all your friends hugging each other in a fraternal embrace, here we are, the game starts soon, you take one big flag, you raise it like a vessel sail, you color your sky and cry out loud to finally drive away all that fucking tension accumulated during the week!
Here we are! Here we are!! Here we go!!!
TUTTI SU LE MANI!!
SIAAAMOOO L'ARMATA BLUCERCHIATA!!
E MAI NESSUN CI FERMERÀ!!
NOI SAREMO SEMPRE QUA, QUANDO IL DORIA GIOCHERÀ!!
LA SAMPDORIA È LA SQUADRA DEGLI ULTRAS!!!
(PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!)
(WE ARE THE BLUCERCHIATA ARMY !!
AND NO ONE WILL NEVER STOP US !!
WE WILL ALWAYS BE HERE, WHEN SAMPDORIA WILL PLAY !!
SAMPDORIA IS THE TEAM OF ULTRAS !!!)
