Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Initiation Process Sorority

sails still tense, the Genoese flag

If he should ever find yourself in a waterfront exposed to the east, to see parts of islands scattered horizon, behind the dark silhouette of a volcano that is also a top upside down, you would know that that place is Canneto , the smaller village of Lipari, from rented rooms at the price lower the bar without pretensions, obsidian and pumice crumbled on the stalls of kids ( carusi , we should say, carusi ).
you sit down or if it was the middle of June, in the heat wave, ahead of a cold coffee, watching the colors of the sea. Then someone would approach recalling a date or a commitment, and beautiful calm, not moving, the replicates in the way in which those shares pass the time: "now".
words, after, later, maybe never.
born here in early May 1941, the football coach Francesco Scoglio. From
good insulation, he disdained all that was not sinking or surfacing. With some preference for the first option, it said.
to see the flags of the teams trained in the section heading of Wikipedia, one perceives the long line of failures. He loved usually succeed in halfway, electrify areas comatose, to use practices from state of exception. Sometimes we succeed, sometimes not, and if was fine, a year later, the sixth or thirteenth, was duly relieved, not without dramas.
But in his total lack of any victory, got exciting moments.
in Serie B in 1985/1986 is likely to lead Serie A by a newly promoted Messina C1. At home, what he called "my bastards" (left, except Salvatore "Toto" Schillaci and Nicolo "Nicholas" Naples, mostly without glory) playing in a pit from which it came out that year, still unbeaten. On entering the field, approaching the bench, Scoglio always showed the fist of an audience into a frenzy.
A few years later, and this is the point, he returned to the "Heavenly Giovanni" with the Genoa team, which finally would have won the Serie A. Although it was the guest coach, did not change the way of greeting, again with his fist closed around the pocket of his jacket. The entire stadium stood to applaud.
where he managed to create this mystical relationship with the fans will not be forgotten, in Genoa as in Messina. Even more than the excellent first season in Serie A with Genoa, will remain in the annals of his second return to Marassi, in Serie B 2001/2002, where amount of imaginative Tunisian players, including quarterback Raouf Bouzaiene, which he discovered in his first African adventure (the second was Libya, a few years later). The
free-kick goal of Francioso in derby against Sampdoria was the apotheosis. They saw him running toward the corner rossoblu as volercisi to throw away, like the sea of \u200b\u200b Canneto , opposite the door.
Of the many famous phrases, the most significant is perhaps this: "the defeat excites me, makes me taste stimuli irreplaceable."
E 'was a filibuster, a carpet salesman, a professional palpitations. But it was the kind of man who refuses to compromise on the upside, and that always gives the best free, because some things are priceless.
If someone had come to propose the purchase of the island that stubborn soul for a plate of lentils or a bulletin board full of trophies, he sure would have answered "now".
words, after, later, maybe never.

Arturo

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