On Sunday I, along with Katie, Kasha, Giovanna, and Fabio went to see the Venice soccer team play. According to Fabio (who is Giovanna's boyfriend and a true 100% Venetian- He even has the lion of St Marco tattooed on him to prove it) the Venice team was in the national league a few years back playing all the big wigs such as Rome. But in the past few years they have lost a few good players and are down to division 3. I'm not sure who the opponent team was on Sunday- red team... someone said something about being from outside Milan.
Either way, the Italians love their soccer. We sat with the booster club and clapped along with all kinds of chants and strange hand gustures. Good thing I practised my loud clapping, right Meliss? When the opposite team would miss a goal the crowd would say "no come se" and shake there hands in the form of two L's. Not sure what it meant, but good stuff.
In fact, the Italians love their soccer so much that riots are not uncommon. The riot squad was already at the gates when we go there. I am not exaggerating when I say there were at least 45 policy/military/riot guard on duty that day. During the pat down they took Fabio's lighter and the cap to my soda. Turns out those are two items that get thrown on the field a lot.
On a nice sunny day there was nothing better than to be at the game. Go Venice!
2 comments:
So cool! I wish I live/could live in a place/country where soccer (or football) is much more dominant in the culture. I would love to cheer with everyone else in the stadium and do random crazy group things.
Oooo.... Soccer.
Now you're talking my language, lady.
:P
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