Brutal Sundays – The linesman with the flag in one hand and the beer in the other: poems from provincial football

L’Autumn in Italy it is perhaps the most beautiful season. Due to its characteristics, our country becomes a painting: think for example of poetry Saint martin from Carducci, a real picture written in verse. Here, we are certain that if Carducci had written a poem about football he would have dedicated it to provincial football, certainly not to the big stages. And in this fall episode of Bestial Sundays we’re just going to pick up elements that would look great in a composition poetic dedicated to ball amateurish.

…SOULS TO CHEER UP
It was the sour smell of the wines, which in these times in the Tuscan Maremma cheers up souls. But moving to the other side, that Adriaticwe find another splendid village: Monteodorisio, in Abruzzo. Well, here we change drinks, as evidenced by the photo published by dear friends of “Abruzzo Calcio Ignorant”, delightful Facebook page that we thank for the goodies it produces. In a local team match, theAmateurs 88 Monteodorisiothe linesman with his hands crossed behind his back holds the flagon the other one Peroni. No need to add anything else: a homegrown bucolic painting worthy of the cover of this column. And if he raised the beer all the better: poetic virtuosity that adds to artistic virtuosity.

AND UNDER THE MISSTRAL… NOW I WILL HURT YOU
Pure threatening attitude must assume bucolic contours to enter this section, otherwise nisba. And what is the quintessential bucolic menace? Take the club. That’s what a footballer did Real Arienzo, II Campania category, disqualified for four matches: “He struck an opponent with incorrect, unsportsmanlike and violent behaviour. Once the DDG had shown him the Red card he threatened him and attempted to attack the opposing player while he was on the ground. Once away from the TDG he tried to get back on the same with one in his hand wooden club with the intention of attacking the opposing player”. And he wonders if the bat was hazel, or to put it to D’Annunzio, avellano.

THE COACH IS CURSING ON THE DOOR SPITTING
First by mistake, then seriously: a mix that cost the coach of the coach months of disqualification VergiatesJuniores Lombardia: “Expelled for repeated protests against the referee, he approached him face to face, insulting him and in heat of the protesthe sputtered‘ on his face and warned by the race director he deliberately hit him with spit. He slowly left the pitch and from the stands during the 2nd half he repeatedly offended the referee. At the end of the match in the changing room area he offended the referee and with threatening behavior he launched fists towards him without hitting him. He was blocked by some managers ”.

…HOW THOUGHTS EXILE
Yes, exiled thoughts or sincere gestures of friendship? Who knows what pushed one by steward in the championship of Belarusian Serie Bwho in turn pushed away the girlfriend of a player who was about to be stoned proposal of marriage. Already, Shubovichdefender of Smorgon, after scoring on rigor he called his fiancée to take the field: he wanted to deliver them the ring. She took the field, but the steward thinking it was a possessed invader he pushed her away. Shubovich lashed out at him… who knows if he’ll go hug him in a few years.

IN THE VESPER (I WILL NOT MAKE YOU) MIGRAR
The villages, and even the rivalry between neighboring countries: poetry of provincial football. And if those rivalries, often very strong in the minor categories, come together in a common protest, that says it all: for the derby between Martina And Fasano they were sent only 100 tickets (against a request of 1500) to the guests from Fasano, who however refused, setting up big screen in the city. Common protest in the field with lots of celebratory shirts worn by both teams with the slogan “Free transfers, football belongs to the people”.

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