George, the first stage. Tardini debut in George Enns Curve Crusade.
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| (George on the steps of the Curva Nord Matteo Bagnaresi) |
Dear Friends fans Parma Calcio, my name is George, I have four years and three months. I write this letter to my father because I wanted to thank everyone for the lovely evening you made me spend Sunday, November 21. It 'was the first time that the wind of the Curva Nord has lashed my face and it was so exciting that I wanted to share it with you.
After much insistence, my father Bob has decided and I could not believe my ears when I said that would take me to see Parma.
be for being with him, maybe because when I did sleep, I sang a lullaby that began with "we are fans with trumpets and flags", it will be because a few days of life woke me up a his scream while I was in my arms after a Gasba that had driven inside ... ... but will that brand because it was so take me to the stadium.
Despite the adverse weather, leave at 14, parked near a bar where Gianni sometimes my father meets with his friends. Takes me sitting shoulder to make an early, two for not making me tired. On the way he tells me that we play against Lazio and his coat of arms is an eagle. I tell him that I like the eagles, but it makes me realize that today is not the case. Without the free ticket that I will keep as a relic, I look good the main entrance of the stadium looked like a castle and I, who have long eye, known on the high crest of Parma yellow with a blue cross. Before entering the curve we have to go in to a strange cage and even my father can explain its meaning. We arrive in the North and to my surprise it's all those beautiful pictures on the walls. In what I like best is a Crusader knight on horseback. Let the central staircase and are surrounded by people with the yellow scarf on my blue ... there are the Duomo and the Baptistery! a platform on top of a guy named Rocco greeted my father and I am complimented on my hat / cap and another called Teo beats me five.
I am surprised because on the one platform to another guy screams and asks everyone to sing that "Gabriel is one of us" and, despite the cold, he is in shirt! I look at the field and it is great. Feel the music with trumpets and see the players come: those of Parma have the white shirt with black cross, just like the one I gave my Father! Everyone screams and singing, I'm not used to and I get scared a bit ', then there defiladed to the distinct, but the first tour of greetings to the Curva Nord. Some friends I made the picture with your phone, and I only know that Saint Lucia, rest a while 'there when my father greets a St. Hilary which is always "Oh Ari Ari Ari." Fabione recommended me not to play the fool a bit like my dad 'time ago, otherwise I will waving like a flag as he did with him. Here are all a bit 'crazy! We sit on two soft pillows Gialloblu purchased before going to my father who was teased by his friends but I did not understand why. For me, everything is new, the choirs, banners, my eyes are drawn to a myriad of things, the scoreboard and those things that change color with the advertisements. Everyone around me screaming and now I learn that a gentleman named referee and not "tree" can say whatever I want. starts with "wake up" by imitating the older ones, then do the best of my repertoire through a stinker and Caccone. At some point ... a roar! A player Hernan Crespo's name we hear much talk at home has made everyone happy and I can also give vent to my screams and the beauty is that no one yells at me! I ask to have a snack, so now the first time is over and to avoid the crowds go to get ice cream under the curve, just enough time to lose a goal for Lazio against Parma which for me has won 1 to 0. The second half was marked by the magic of the lights on, it's almost dark, but the field is illuminated by the show! Parma now under attack us and when they hit the corner I see the players up close and Jersey! Now it's raining but I explain that the hooligans will not move, it will be, but thank goodness we have the caps! There has been no explosions from goal and the game is over, we get to go out but there is still time for a thrill: the Parma soccer players come to meet us and greet us! Yours do not go by where there is the grandfather Ugo Tribune or are just out to me! I greet them and clap my hands with cold eyes shining. We get the car under water, at home only the time to change his pants wet and my mom and my sister are forced to sit in the lounge with our scarves and our hats on. From the kitchen and I Father we go: now we are the players! Crusaders Force! Hello Kitty with the ball of my sister dried the tears against the front door that Candreva is an apprentice!
The dream has just begun, "am I am amused bomben "!!!!
