Much has been made, most recently and perhaps inappropriately, the shareholder of Turin.
The Action Party, which embodied a "third way" of the Italian resistance during World War II, would, according to some, the historical referent of a not quite know what casual or structured team of thinkers, lawyers, writers and journalists who stands in stark contrast to the political orientation that prevails today. In truth, the touchstone is served, the intent of those who have established, particularly to undermine the current value of the initiative in the face of the ancient precursors of inspiration.
Nevertheless, you can isolate a broader critique, which combines some extent the two phenomena in a single negative feedback. What is critical, in particular, is the arrogance of the minority. This is arrogance and falls, of course, aware, even a little 'smug, its elitist character.
The question, beyond the instrumental goals, which is not the case of penetrate, is of some interest because it touches a critical juncture, which I can not define if not existential, in a person's life, that is one in which reassessing their commitment to an idea of \u200b\u200bthe minority.
In a nutshell, there is no difference in the abstract, between being part of a majority and be part of a minority, for three reasons. Firstly, both the majority and the minority can be preempted. Secondly, membership of one or the other may be motivated by reasons of convenience or patronage. Finally, if the majority can have easy game in circumventing the rights of the minority, the minority can always pull the rope of the victimhood to deny the legitimate acquisition of the majority.
Paid by the minority is also the not insignificant fact of being arrogant, the alleged departure from the generality of wills and customs, diversity as a figure, not too hidden, of superiority. The more unpleasant, the arrogance, considering that it is mediated, however, and supported, from belonging to a group: a lonely, one might say, very large. These reflections are tedious
befitting a team we are talking about very little, because he's forgotten the series B, the object of worship for a few enthusiasts. This is the Turin team. Torino is well suited to the definition of minority team, especially when contrasted with another team, even if only formally, based in Turin. Juventus is probably the best team Tifata of Italy and, in virtue of this vocation majority can be said of Turin only because his property is in Turin, not as a matter of geographical location (in the same way, the Milanese Inter and Milan, while giving him the Ambrogini, is a pure category of the spirit). At Turin
very appropriate definition of the elite team, perhaps because the image that usually has the city of Turin, not only as the cradle of the kind of shares subject to criticism. Well suited, most recently, in comparison with the Turin Action Party, for the curious coincidence in time of their heyday and subsequent decline (the Superga tragedy, which killed the legendary Torino of those years, in 1947, the party Action is dissolved, the incompatibility of his soul with that of socialist vocation more liberal, close to the Constituent Assembly, on the website of Torino is also facing a thesis on the origin of high-value garnet patriotic).
One could imagine a fan of Turin as a shy student, a thoughtful nurse, outgoing postal employee, who on Friday night, while outside the "snow attenuates any noise," is preparing snails Cherasco in his house Asti (Paolo Conte, incidentally, seems to be a fan of AC Milan), and the fire crackles and slowly wraps the melancholy because he knows that once again the early evening will go wrong, in some field or wet Piacenza Sassuolo.
do not know if these solitudes, taken together, are or are not numerous. Perhaps there will be some fan of Turin, which will look with sovereign disdain the teeming crowds of worshipers of Juventus, saying to himself, do you know that's uplifting taste of defeat (a little 'know it, it must be said, in recent times).
But that's the point: the fan of Turin knows his irrelevance, which perhaps raises it or maybe not, is permanent, while all the experts are sorry for the fact that Juventus did not win and there are questions of continuous on the reasons, about the referees now so as not to give a penalty would be cut off the head, what should be done to bring the level of Inter and Milan fans and so poor (on this, well, Eddie see above).
Torino standing there, with its mythical past, they enter the mourning for Gigi Meroni, sepia last championship in 1976, the epic comeback from two goals against Juventus in (the year in which the Roma won the scudetto, and then they tell me that there should be a form of solidarity among the teams that win never or almost never), the lesson of football at Real Madrid in the semi-final date of Uefa, the color of mesh that is a red corrected by nostalgia, the savory cuisine of the territory, its austere elegance and a drizzle sliced, all things and memories as neatly folded pairs of socks in a drawer, and at this point I do not care if you have more than all his fans together can make a Palasharp: I expect only that a grenade goes back on the curve in a quirk of history.
Arturo
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