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| Every ultra is different. There are those who only active with a group and
those who make up a group for themselves. Ultras are all different but they
are all united by their love for their own team, their determination to
endure for over 90 minutes on their feet despite the rain and the cold,
they are united by the warming effect of a chant sung out at the top of
their voices. They are united by the security of the friend who sleeps at
their side on the train taking you home from an away game, by the
swaggering walk through a rival city, by the joy of setting off on an away
trip and the tiredness of the return home. They are united by that shared
sandwich after hours of hunger, by that cigarette offered on the train and
repaid in the stand, by that argument about the left winger on the bench
shared in the gloom of a night train. They are united by a mentality.
The things which unite us simultaneously divide us from the outside world,
they separate us from worried parents, scandalised uncles, frightened
classmates or disgusted teachers. Ultras are the exception to the rules,
the unexpected which surprises you, the surprise which wipes the smile from
your face when you thought you'd got away with it. Ultras are also the arm
which pulls you up onto the truck before they shut the doors. Ultras are
all this and more, many more emotions which can't be put into words.
Ciao Gabriele A boy from the Sud (Bir AS Roma taraftarının Gabriele yazdığı mektuptan...) |
