It sounded so beautiful, when Stefano Calvagnas film "L'ultimo ultras" ( "The Last Ultras") was announced: Giancarlo "Sandokan" Lombardi, a leader of the Curva Sud, capo of the "Guerrieri," should play and even Shevchenko should make a special appearance of authenticity. Well, let's make it short, came out is a film that would be with "The Last of shit" probably still hanging expectations too high. Whopping 90 minutes gave away lifetime held the much anticipated DVD ready for me.
Was taken up with the idea Calvagna people to experience the passion Ultras, to create an exciting thriller is a fan stabbed during an altercation, to tell a love story. The result is a formidable sleeping pills, the work lives up to the end of the bet only "something happened here yet or not?". Stefano Calvagna, fortunately, is directed, and starred in one person, any director would have determined Calvagna thrown from the set, and every other actor would have refused to recite Calvagnas pathetic monologue. Unfortunately, lacking any Regolatorium and so our hero stumbles from a wooden dialogue to the next, without moving even a single facial muscle, only once, without even opening his mouth. One would grab him by the collar and shake him to elicit any visible emotion. At some point you want to shake the other actor. And at some point you would just like that poverty is enlivened by at least one commercial break.
The women are all extremely nice and all expire on the spot the actor. A protagonist who is not only not look particularly pretty, but completely destroyed in a hotel at the Lago di Garda lives and mumbles smoothly through all scenes. Completely understandable that each of the film is being populate feengleichen constant pede him on the neck raises. Equally realistic is it then continue the same: The few fight scenes are so poorly made and performed by such a stuck-masked Ultras actors, that one longs for an appearance by Bruce Lee. More than violente discussions of hot-blooded fans remember the theater to a group of 10-year-old, who wrestles at Mc Donald's at the birthday cake. And in any theater: the dialogue between the father and well-meaning "Luca" (or as the main character just to say, yes he is) trying to escape were animated in a Shakespearean theater performance at the province of Santo Stefano al Mare, maybe someone confused to clapping, in the context of a state concerned about his violent father's son than the wooden recitations provide a targeted twitching for remote control.
Action has "L'ultimo ultras" probably. Stabs at the beginning, "Luca" Ultras an enemy, hiding in the lake (at least that is clearly the same lake panorama with the same ferry is perceived appears 12 times), is another evil Ultras (Lombardi) ransom, chooses his favorite wife, who Then at the end ... and just when the poor expression from the manual of the course, "creative writing for women in their prime," I save from now, even though these brunzdämliche Volte even have a special deserved laughs.
Overall a very disappointing piece of work, that stifles the course of the hour and a half but also the last hope for at least some banal conversation. A "story", the incredibly boring predictability between hundred percent and completely absurd and incomprehensible twists and oscillates at the end than raises the question why anyone would mess up such an evening, if only on television while curling from the second Danish league is transferred. Actor, practices of which no one has ever been posted matching facial expressions and dialogues, which in its full irony of Freedom 1 May-demonstrations taken in the SBZ seem.
Best scene is the opening sequence, distributed in a horde Ultras on Auswärtsfahrt battle songs. The shaky handheld camera provides a reasonably authentic atmosphere. The doubling time, however, unfortunately only two minutes, then stones fly against the bus, we got out and we see a bunch of young people who try to only do so when they hit each other and then do so as they would be affected dreinschaun . Worst scene is all the rest, which earned the obligatory "love scene" between "Luca" and his sweetheart in a special mention. With a half-naked lady on her lap, people first need to understand that sitting bärchen duplicated cute, especially as a supposedly brutal stabber with problems of frustration tolerance. As the lady had certainly promised to another. Who does not?
Here's the trailer. Obviously you did not have enough zeigenswerte scenes:
PS: Shevchenko washes his way to the bathroom just his hands as him, "Luca" and he suddenly starts up reciting a monologue about the heart of "Ultras" in and of itself. When our protagonist has strangled by the pamphlet, patting him on the shoulder kind Sheva. But at least he did not laugh. Grande Sheva!
You came to me big, huge, when I was little my good giant wast with me playing hide - and the heart beat in my throat as I waited happy to hide myself, but also that you will find me.
You came to me strong, and sometimes I had a bit scared but you were my good horse, and the carpet was the prairie and I dismounted and walked in your shoes heavy between the mountains of armchairs with my giant strides.
It was sweet, incredibly sweet, I remember and I'll tell you you were my big hero You were my first true friend
Nevertheless, you are shrunk back in the early school years came home late, and the mom was always alone I suddenly woke up and I heard you crying yet you were always nervous and I simply have not been listening Other times you have cut me and your harsh words have opened up to me nothing but a world full of fears.
You were not present and unapproachable I hated you, and I'll tell you also in my dreams you were the man in black for a while, you were my enemy.
And I was your blood in me as a mourning But out of sheer audacity my heart loved you anyway and now, Daddy, I write to you as it was then as a child, like when we played hide.
And now it's cold, stop, incredibly cold I cry when I tell you this what are you waiting Daddy, where are you my friend?
It was sweet, it was incredibly sweet, I've now seen it and I'll write how often do I have to starve yet in order to feel alive again?
Wed sembravi alto quando ero altissimo Plank eri il mio gigante buono che giocava a nascondino mi batteva forte il cuore mentre stavo ad aspettare felice di nascondermi ma anche di trovare FARMI.
Ti sentivo forte ea volte mi facevi un po 'paura eri ma il mio e il cavallo docile tappeto la pianura e scendevo e nelle tue scarpe camminavo pesanti fra colline di poltrone coi miei passi da gigante.
Era era dolce dolcissimo lo ricordo e te lo dico eri il mio più grande eroe eri il primo vero amico
Let però rimpicciolito i primi anni della scuola tornavi tardi a casa e la mamma sola semper mi svegliavo d'improvviso e ancora vi sentivo urlare eri semper più nervoso e non mi stavi ad ascoltare Altre volte mi picchiavi e le tue parole dure spalancavano soltanto una vita di paure.
Eri assente irraggiungibile io ti odiavo e te lo dico eri in sogno l'uomo nero eri a un tratto il mio nemico.
E come un Grief ho portato il tuo sangue nelle vene ma il mio cuore per dispetto ti voleva ancora bene babbo e ora te lo scrivo come quando ero bambino Come quando via trovarci giocavamo a nascondino.
E ora è freddo anzi freddissimo piango mentre te lo dico cosa aspetti ad arrivare se mi amico babbo was
Era era dolce dolcissimo l'ho capito e te lo scrivo quante volte io dovrò morire by sentirmi ancora vivo?
In Italy, a football game does not stop after 90 minutes. Because then begins the slow motion. Expressed in the press conference after his historic victory against Chelsea FC Internazionale in the self-Star Coach José Mourinho at a possible penalty for the (from the game against Bayern Munich still waidwunde) Fiorentina v AC Milan vorabendlichen catch-up game in the league. Presumably you have to be a German in Italy, to perceive the significance of his criticism at all, "Mou" as he affectionately called his disciples, has after his team's first victory against a top European team, after many years of nothing more important in the head as a probable deprivation of his team in Italy's Serie A (and preferring to devote Championship "competitors". The fact that there was also a penalty for Chelsea in the 45th minute to give is not from the indomitable fighter for justice continue sports mentioned.
As far as taking, so normal Mourinho's psychological games in order to conduct the Fanvolk that the team's focus from the media and put pressure on referees and opponents are as well known as wear and typically result in fines and locks. His hochsouveräner St. Vitus' dance after the home match against Sampdoria earned him a date 3 match from the stands. Mourinho needs the media, the media need to Mourinho and the fans - as their own enemy - need it anyway: As a Savior or enemy. It is interesting rather that he participates for weeks with full verve uritalienischsten on all games to move the media in the desired direction from him: the slow motion, "La Moviola.
"The problem in Italy that one for 2 hours on penalty runs and the game itself recedes into the background. Here in England there is no slow-motion and there is not even in France or Spain, it is a purely Italian institution. In England, a coach leaves disappear 15 minutes after the game, the stadium, Italy 2 hours, because you're talking about a penalty. " (Flavio Briatore, according to Inter-Roma)
Well, slow-motion sequences in order to view a game scene or a refereeing decision again, there are certainly also in the countries mentioned by Mr Briatore, but that is only remotely related "La Moviola used. Only in Italy are contentious refereeing decisions - at least discussed - for weeks and the peak of hysteria lasts from the end from "Calciopoli" continues. Then fired in the best of the good Josè, but he finds himself in elite company.
After the game is before the game. Over and over again. Aside from hundreds of camera angles, free kick and penalty judgments in dozens of television shows will be analyzed in every detail. The three major sports reporting for print media have their own experts and a special section on the topic. In addition, manifest themselves in the days after the game, virtually all players, former players, ex (-referee, the refs can not even comment on), green keeper and ball boys on the scene. Of course, the fans: who the Italian is powerful, will find while rummaging in the Fanforen Gazzetta dello Sport easy to see that it often before and during the game comes to football. At the latest after the final whistle is practically only for the referee.
And so begins each Monday, a loud tösende agony in the country who either shun or to a thoroughly spoil the fun of football is. For, of course, comes the most detailed exegesis of all the available television pictures never clear to a conclusion. In the case under discussion (the penalty for Florence, which is not for Chelsea, God forbid!), Is then informed about every medium of who now has exactly the game scene which opinion: Referee Is Rossetti - as explained by himself - simply run advantage, because it is freely despite foul on striker Nilmar Montolivo the ball and from 2 m Torentfernung came to shoot, but now unfortunately, met with Milan goalkeeper Abbiati? Has he not seen the contact between Thiago Silva and Montolivo? Has he suggested a swallow? Montolivo has accentuated the case, when Silva did not shake at a body rotation? Can you run advantage in the penalty area at all? What would have happened Who would have Nilmar score a goal, the referee whistled so anulliert and penalty would have that would have been transformed but not?
And this is just a selection of discussions, which run through the country since Sunday. Every Sunday. After each game. And so the well every Italian soccer fan can effortlessly recite from memory statistics, which was the preferred second-division team in the 1967/68 season from which referee penalized in any situation or. And because football is not an exact science, these statistics are, of course, highly individual, and only have one thing in common: A single team is always at a disadvantage. Because one can also ausgefuchsteste "Moviola" not a cure: the fan that assessed a penalty or an offside against his team differently than one or one for his team.
The exponential increase in the median background noise by the spread of the Internet as well as the shock wave of corruption scandals Calciopoli have the phenomenon of "Moviola" but only reinforced unbearable. In a country that has 3 daily sports newspapers and in the newspaper every day (! Dedicated) several pages to football, was the referee analysis has always been passion. Because obviously, all these communication channels have to be somehow filled with communication. And here, too, because a game lasts only 90 minutes, it must be rolling endlessly protracted, discussed, analyzed, evaluated and dismembered. Although, of course, then it continues to have his own opinion on the case. Just as the Inter supporters largely follow the inspirations of their Messiah, and an opaque "conspiracy" against the club itself suggests (the knappe 60 league games without a penalty against him and preparing to recorded just the fifth time in succession to win the championship). Just as the followers of the Viola anyway disadvantage for decades to feel like the president of Della Valle said this week at separately. Just as AC Milan 2 years ago on the official website a meticulous list of referees published handicaps, like with "corrected" table. Just as the supporters of the disadvantaged "Old Lady" Juve since Calciopoli see anyway, because it amends "up there" or "something" there. As seen, the AS Roma and Napoli anyway suppressed for decades. Thus, even as with all other teams.
That's the really absurd all at the Theater: At the end all will always be a disadvantage only. Even if one notes that would have given 9 out of 10 arbitrators, the penalty for Florence, one has as a Milan fan firmly etched in the collective memory, so that one was taken with two games earlier in the match against Livorno at an equally scandalous, as the defending Striker Cristiano Lucarelli, the storming defender Thiago Silva in the penalty set. Which, of course, could never admit a fan of Livorno, Livorno, because yes is systematically persecuted for his political views because of his fans. And so the carousel turns merrily on, until in the end, only losers are: Your own team will lose anyway, because that is indeed always a disadvantage. But it also loses the sport, as Flavio Briatore was right: Football-Italy is a prisoner of slow motion. Nobody takes more time for a game analysis. In the country where results count more than anywhere else, the game breaks down into episodes, fragments, shrapnel.
Hardly anyone lose a word about that Fiorentina has delivered an outstanding game, AC Milan had been largely under control. That the ex-Rossonero Gilardino scored a goal. That Milan was indeed a very limited presence, but still had more high-profile scoring chances that were thwarted by the goalkeeper Frey. That Fiorentina could be proud of the team's performance and situation, but allows the table anyway, neither up nor down any revolutions. The fact that the viola is still difficult despite massive superiority box shot on goal and made two defenders at the end kapitale Schnitzer and the game was still in his hand. All this discussion is irrelevant when I felt the defeat into a victory. For more beautiful than the great AC Milan defeat only to declare himself the "champion of the heart" and storming the moral interpretation of sovereignty. At least until Saturday night, in the game against Lazio then someone is assassinated by the "plot" for the undeserved defeat. Exciting is, which of the two makes it this time.
This is the most perfidious, that one of the octopus "Moviola not escape." Even if it is managed to pursue a game on TV without sound, read no newspapers and no Internet, no Facebook, no Twitter at all, and only American books to consume: no later than Monday morning at the office, at the bar, at the gas station is then sucked into the maelstrom. "Ladri" (thieves) it is stated then, optionally, "Avete rubato" Her ('ve stolen!) and no later then one should have his statistics correctly on call, to the excited Fanvolk having to rub it that it is indeed the time in the game against Juve Poggibonsi, in the spring of 1934, did not fairly conducted, and one time should be very quiet. For whether one hand, the Italian ritual of the week-long discussions about phantom offside millimeter in Vollsprint who has "bought" referee may wrongly assessed, like it or not, we still need to participate.
I do not know if the Italian football really goes to the dogs. But wherever he goes - he goes into slow motion. Mourinho as Chelsea manager's successor on the chair, the former Milan coach Ancelotti was asked how he saw the penalty not whistled for his team, answered: "I am not accustomed to comment on such things."
Even the Spiegel Online it was worth a message that had joined together on Facebook, a group of 1,800 birds of fun with the slogan "Tiro a segno sui down" ( "target shooting with Down's children"). Meanwhile, this support group for Gehirnamputierte is gone again and really no comment beyond the beautiful Italian proverb: "The mother of idiots is always pregnant." Because I did but I busy now with my contributions to "Si può fare" and "Matti per il calcio" with the theme, psychiatric disorders, I will also speak to the truly intellectually gifted on Facebook. Or better yet, I hand over to Francesco Totti, it reminds me too much of this accumulation of ungefickten not sociopaths, the children, whose offense is to be born with Down syndrome, as the "peso inutile" ( "senseless weight ")," ignobili creature "(" unworthy creatures ")," stupidi esseri buoni a nulla "(" nothing good Blödgestalten ") call.
Francesco Totti commented on the blog "Diversamente aff-abile" of MS sufferers journalist Fiamma Satta as follows:
"I see them every Saturday in my football school and for them, only for them, I work as a coach. You are my other children, this diverse group of talented children who play in my current project for 4 years with successful football. As I have already expressed in my book, which I have just given them, all children are equal and if they play football every call, "Hey, give me the ball ', the so-called normal and the so-called difference, so I project , called the dedicated himself to them, with a bit of irony that we need always, "Let's give a kick of otherness" have. I am moved to tears, and when I train: to overcome some hurdles sometimes it helps just a ball you play and conquer the shyness, the fear, be seen as an aberration rather, even the anger about some absurd treatments, which they are considered by sogenanten normal, often even without malicious intent. I watch them, I spend time with them and it always occurs to me that we think we have them, the differently gifted, helping to move and understand many things, while we must be amazed at the end that it is much more they are, teach us many things. " (Francesco Totti)
"Allenatore Li vedo tutti Sabati alla mia scuola calcio e per loro, solo per loro, faccio l'.Sono gli altri miei figli, il gruppo di ragazzi diversamente abili che, nel mio progetto che va avanti da quattro anni, giocano a pallone con successo.Come ho messo anche nel libro che ho dedicato proprio a loro, sono tutti i bambini uguali giocano a pallone e quando fanno "Aho, passam la palla".Cosiddetti quelli normali e quelli cosiddetti diversi, tanto che il progetto che li riguarda l'ho chiamato con un po 'd'ironia, che ci vuole semper, "Diamo un calcio alla diversità.Quando li Alleno emoziono mi, mi commuovo: per vincere certe barrier servire può anche un pallone.E loro giocano vincono timidezza la, la paura di essere considerati particolari, anche la rabbia di trattamenti assurdi certi che i normali cosiddetti gli regalano, spesso anche senza volere.Li guardo, sto con loro e mi viene in mente che noi semper pensiamo doverli di aiutare i diversamente abili, a muoversi, a capire molte cose, invece, alla fine, Scopriamo insegnare a loro che sono tante cose a noi ". (Francesco Totti)
Now it is hopeless to expect that the addressee would turn himself in to zusammenzufegen in the vast emptiness of her cranium somewhere two neurons that explain them all good fortune of the fact that scientists found to their variety of complete mental derangement is not a technical term has. But I expect that everyone who is confronted with the idiocy of such, his opinion unequivocally informs the parties concerned. For those - like any fascist - species rips her mouth open only against the supposedly weak.
Like "matti per il calcio is" the film "Si può fare" ( "This can be done") paid to the social than 30,000 cooperatives, which are from the 80s to below the "Bersani Law" from the Italian closed "asylums "People with psychiatric problems redundant labor, employment and allowed some independent living. The 2008 film, published by Giulio Manfredonia has the added in all matters great and revered in Italy very comedian Claudio Bisio from at least as popular cabaret program "Zelig" in the title role. And Claudio Bisio promises next brilliant verbal wit a theatrical precision, the film that I had already marked in bold, before he finally opened in my province of cinema.
"What role in a community can take someone who never speaks and whose life is poor?The President! " (Nello)
"Si può fare" is a comedy, a enigmatic, thoughtful, very relaxed but at the same comedy that deals with unexpected ease a not so easily tilled topic, so you can sit back and laugh out loud at first quite relaxed. Now I do not know how it's affected the normal group, I found myself perfectly maintained, I laughed out loud in places and by the way get a neat lesson about life. A comedy about the mentally handicapped? Can you make! The main thing it does it well.
"I do not give that right because they are mad.I have always treated them as equals.If they get upset, I'm upset: that is respect. " (Nello)
Is Nello (Claudio Bisio) 1983 a Milan trade unionists, and not just his appearance is reminiscent of Lenin, his reasoning leaves no doubt about the political orientation of the man. Now he also has a mind to think and be just published book on questions of the market is taken up by his Stalinist comrades not exactly thrilled, and so he finds himself relegated to the square shortly after the chief of the "Cooperativa 180" again, one of the tens of thousands of projects for people with disabilities, in accordance with the Basaglia Law (Law 180) originated in Italy. Again, not everything that glitters is gold and Nello quickly recognizes that he does not really work is expected: In his first visit, he drops off the arrogant professional medical director of the institution and is, at best, the stamps adhesive and severely medicated patients politely ignored, otherwise aggressively rejected. Small bald meets Weltrevoluzzer his full enthusiasm to an oppressed working class, who does not want to save partout. His first working day ends with a bloody nose. The first red speckles in the gray clinical practice.
"If he gets angry, tell him that I had signed as the last ..." (Fabio)
But so quickly can not be stopped Nello. He wants to change, and change should be. Completely free of experience in the field and with a good portion of naivete, he proposes to fill in the word "cooperative" with life - a non-hierarchical cooperation of adult humans. So he summons the crowd and explained to them the meaning and purpose, and together they developed a cooperative roles in the emerging on wheels. Each according to his ways, each according to his achievements. And anyway, is not an appropriate Briefmarkenkleben work - together you can agree to shake up the market for Parkettlegearbeiten. "Together" is now the defining word, and the pride of so with respect and responsibility-appointed members of the cooperative is expressed initially based in amazement and wonder.
"We are completely out of the city!These roads do not exist! " (Ossi, when they spend hours in Milan stays at a construction site redirection)
And the "Cooperativa 180" gets down to work. As expected, running in the crazy bunch more oblique than Nello had expected, but the project is slowly taking shape. Nymphomaniac And what a figure - the telephone is easy, but the phone much. The driver is a frustrated Formula 1 driver, but his illness allowed him only, only the 2nd To use the corridor. And the accountant can deal well with numbers, with this talent, however, stands almost alone as the rest of the group may be difficult to get used to its accuracy. The symptoms and characteristics of the colored troops are so numerous that it takes daily headache to maintain befallen upon them a sense of community. Now, discover, and Luca and Gigio (Giovanni Calcagno and Andrea Bosca) their artistic talents at precisely the moment when they surprise in a more aristocratic arch-conservative owner of the club with a gigantic chiseled five-pointed star on the floor - the floor was the boys started and they invented the art of Versägestücken and other debris.
"We do everything from waste, this is a cooperative of waste." (Ossi)
To everyone's surprise, the art work is a success and from then on, the Cooperative will be flooded with orders. Very slowly and in small increments, the Cooperative developed their self-esteem are all still believe in what has been drummed into them for a lifetime, that they are worth nothing, nothing can. But from work to work, from victory to victory, during the working day as initial contacts with the opposite sex to understand the patients that they are, despite their various limitations well over-determined children. Nello decides to reduce the medication and when he was at the doctor's Del Vecchio (Giorgio Colangeli) gets a basket, he takes the young and modern thinking Dottore Furlan (Giuseppe Battiston) into the boat. The medication dose is reduced, and by funds from the European Union, the group moves into a new seat. Now imagine these new freedoms in the face of the totally overwrought heap, where it is no shortage of problems: The smart Gigio falls in love with a customer, taking a trip through the reduction of tranquilizers unrestrained force to the streetwalkers provides overall pick and the growing self-confidence of the troops makes Nello total of more problems than expected.
"We're crazy, not stupid." (Luca)
But it is growing together, and all parties are always surprised at what services can be jointly capable. A performance from which the patient denied by the company for a lifetime. Of course it makes pleasure to watch her new world discovered in the patient's conquest of the planet's children. Even a tragic loss, the troupe plug, self-doubt, fear and resignation. In the meantime, it seems as if you had overextended himself and would fail because of external and internal obstacles, and ultimately it will give the doubters right. But surprisingly, it is at the end of the chronic skeptic Dr. Del Vecchio, Nello obliged to go on and he lists his achievements not previously considered possible. The Institute Director Nello swears not to give up and continue his incredible work. And then the film closes with a view over the newly arrived workers from other cooperatives, and a swivel on the floor already prefabricated parts for a huge contract for the Paris Metro. You've done it.
"They have voted against you.Have you not realized that this is your finest victory? " (Dr. Furlan)
"Si può fare" is a refreshing and clever comedy, or rather, tragi-comedy about life from different angles. Each of the "Cooperativa 180" brings his strengths into the group and each individual makes the group stronger. Based on the clinical picture results in a multi-faceted, mosaic-look at all of our certainties of the "normal" life and so Nello meets in the course of his work at least as much as his colleagues added. Among other things, that the world begins rescuing in small things and his own life is at least as haphazardly organized as his new allies. An incredibly funny film in parts with the mentally handicapped who is coming entirely without raised finger or other Gutmenschentum and never too seriously: Communist reformers are also presented as the unspeakable ignorance of the supposedly intellectually powerful general population. And a film about friendship, the will to change even in the small world and the fun of life - irrespective of what the majority of life as just defined.
"Lock up sports directors, the referee in the locker room, listened to refs and players sold championships.It's enough that you want to keep their football.The patients sid that, not us.People should switch off the television and come watch our games, because of our true football: the dust, the mud, the doors with a completely torn nets is.And above all, the desire to be together.A healthy, healthy, soccer, even therapeutic.For me, the football saved my life.In the truest sine of the word. " Carlo Strappaghetti, captain of Gabbiano, Italian masters of the game series for the mentally handicapped
"Something Matti per il calcio" ( "after football" and "Crazy for football," the nice pun unfortunately) no German equivalent is the title of a documentary by the Italian state television RAI WOLFANGO de Biasi and Francesco Trento on the operation of the teams for people with mental illnesses. In 1978, in Italy the Basaglia adopted law (Law 180/78), which the then standard road block abolished the mentally handicapped and paved a way to allow mentally ill people a stake in the 'normal' everyday life. So the "freedmen" devoted themselves to countless initiatives that allow the patient, within their possibilities for expressing their talents and to recover their human dignity.
"The craziness is a human peculiarity.It exists in us just as misleading as the reason.The problem is that the company To be able to call themselves real well to the madmen would have to accept the same as the reason.Instead, it uses a science, psychiatry, the mad translate into a disease with the aim to exterminate them.Here are the closed institutions have their raison d'etre. " (Franco Basaglia)
In the film "Matti per il calcio" RAI accompanied the team, "Il Gabbiano" from a poor district in the north of Rome through the 2003-04 season. Not at all from the top down, the players will be presented to the ski team, small Einspieler illuminate their medical history and her - then not so unusual - everyday problems. Zweimal wöchentlich trainiert man auf dem Hartplatz der Polisportiva Bufalotta und sowohl Platz wie Umkleidekabinen haben sicher schon bessere Zeiten gesehen. Aber das stört die “Verrückten” genauso wenig wie die hunderttausenden Freizeitkicker, deren geistige Abweichung noch nicht diagnostiziert wurde. Getrieben vom herrlich ansteckenden Enthusiasmus der Spieler beginnt man, den “Gabbiani” die Daumen zu drücken. Genau wie jeder andere auch streiten sie mit dem Schiedsrichter oder werfen sich vor Freude in den Schlamm, wenn der Siegtreffer in der Nachspielzeit bejubelt wird. Selbstverständlich gibt es eine Schweigeminute, weil die Mutter des Torjägers in der Nacht verstorben ist und natürlich müssen Trainer und Therapeuten mit ran, wenn die Mannschaft keine 7 Spieler zusammenbekommt, weil es einigen mal wieder etwas schlechter geht. Wie die Großen in der Serie A geht man dem Verteidiger ans Hemd, wen der mal wieder zu oft gefoult hat und wie zu selten in der Serie A ist das nach Spielschluss mit einem Handschlag alles wieder erledigt.
Matti per il calcio – die schönsten Tore
And despite all the demonstrations and also true "normality", one begins to understand the brief interview sequences, which means the football for this pleasant man really is: a chance to participate again in life, to experience a few hours of normalcy, which would otherwise by society is denied. As if they do not already have enough problems alone with themselves - without any further obstacles from outside. At least for the duration of the game, they do not have to struggle with their illness, not to deal with prejudice and sympathy. On the dusty (or muddy, depending) rectangle apply the laws of the game: The team wins only when all stick together and each individual within its means everything there. The Round Square, and who needs to shoot more goals wins. This requires no Einstein, but people who are willing to go to their limits. And they do this with joy and enthusiasm that is really infectious. Here on the pitch do not count their weaknesses but their strengths - at last a field in which they are able to regain confidence in the truest sense of the word.
Matti per il calcio - the Trailer
And they can play football. Starting at the burly striker Mario, Schizophreniker, 43 years with a footballing past Achillea. Its precise legal shot, he has not forgotten. Nothing in the world would do without a Mario game of "Gabbiani", and since he plays in the team, he had to return not once in the "Closed". Or take Benedetto, 41, doctor of psychology, the scion of a wealthy family. Earlier in his career he had always someone to pick up, grab his briefcase and convince him to participate in training sessions. Today is "Il Gabbiano" is a fixed point in his life, he is at every practice is first and grabbed his bag onto most accurate. By himself or Valerio, the goalkeeper: Valerio has a drug and alcohol history, his schizophrenia intensified dramatically. Since it is part of the team, he has found back to life. He now works at the hair salon of his parents and has a girlfriend.
Matti per il calcio - for "Dribbling a parte"
Of course, participation in team sports has a therapeutic significance: first, the players have the opportunity to compete with real opponents and to define themselves in a match against them, rather than deal with 24 hours a day imaginary, fictitious adversaries. But the most important thing on this film that he can attend the audience without being overtly judgmental on everyday life: stupid jokes in the shower, singing boisterous after a victory, desert Referee abuse and superstitious rituals before the game. You get to know the players as people, people who are not defined by their disease, but whose disease is part of their personality. Or as the coach and therapist puts it: "It's not about that I accept them with their difficulties, it is a question that they have accepted me in their game in my differentness as part of the team."
It's completely insane to call the excesses of the modern game as normal and the boys of Gabbiani as "crazy." They are crazy about football, otherwise you forget the end of the documentation again and again that it is about some seriously ill people. That is immaterial. And in terms of self-irony can cut the schwerbezahlten professional football like a slice of time: the interviews are in fact several yards deeper and funnier than what you get offered in the sports show like that.
Vasco Rossi is a phenomenon in Italy. Vermutlich das genaue Gegenteil von Marco Masini , den zwar in Italien jeder kennt, aber bei weitem nicht jeder liebt. Laura Pausini has many "too American" Ramazzotti "too small" Masini "too depressed", Gianna Nannini, "a lesbian", di Andrè "too arty" knows - Vasco Rossi, however, and loves everyone. Vasco kann auf dem Wasser laufen, gefüllte Konzerthallen mit nur einem Brot satt machen und sicher auch Wasser in Wein verwandeln. Vasco spielt keine Konzerte, er zelebriert Messen. Praktisch jeder Italiener verehrt Vasco, praktisch jeder hat mehrere CDs im Schrank und praktisch jeden kann man befragen, wann in der 70er Jahren er denn sein erstes Konzert besucht hat, als “Il Blasco” noch vergleichsweise unbekannt war. Es gibt unzählige Coverbands, die deswegen erfolgreich sind, weil der Meister nicht überall gleichzeitig sein kann und es gibt unzählige Fans dieser Coverbands, weil sie sich so ihre wöchentliche Dosis “Vasco” abholen können, bevor die Entzugserscheinungen einsetzen. Und also wollte auch ich einmal aus der Nähe betrachten, was an dem Irrsinn dran ist.
“Lieder sind wie Blumen | sie wachsen von selbst | sind wie Träume | und uns bleibt nichts als | sie schnell aufzuschreiben | weil sie sonst verschwinden | und vergessen werden.” “Le canzoni sono come i fiori | nascono da sole | sono come i sogni | ea noi non resta | che scriverle in fretta | perché poi svaniscono | e non si ricordano più.” (“Una Canzone per Te”, 1983)
Dabei ist das Phänomen Vasco streng auf Italien begrenzt. Ich kenne in Deutschland genau einen Menschen, der mit dem Namen des 1952 geborenen Sängers überhaupt etwas anfangen kann. Hier in Italien genügen wenige Stunden, um die 100.000 Tickets für ein Konzert im “Olimpico” in Rom oder im Mailänder “San Siro” auszuverkaufen. Um nicht zu reden von seinem mythischen “Vascostock”, als sich 2004 in Catanzaro 400.000 Menschen versammeln, um dem Meister zu huldigen. Jede neu aufgenommene CD, mittlerweile sind es ca. 24, setzt ein ganzes Land in Bewegung. Vasco ist es wie wohl kaum einem anderen Sänger in dem an Sängern reich gesegneten Land gelungen, das Lebensgefühl, die Probleme, die Sorgen, Hoffnungen und Wünsche der Italiener in Worte zu fassen, mit denen sich viele identifizieren können. Seine Musik ist handwerklich hervorragender aber keineswegs innovativer Rock. Seine Texte sind unverschnörkelt, greifen auf einen im Alltag üblichen Sprachgebrauch zurück und beziehen ihre Stärke aus Bildern und Metaphern, mit denen man sich identifizieren kann. Und zwar jede Generation: von 12-jährigen Mädels in schlabberigen Vasco-Hemdchen bis zu in Extase geratenden älteren Herrschaften um die 60, die zur Feier des Tages ihren Schlips abgenommen haben.
“Mozart ist der Vasco von vor ein paar Jahrhunderten. Großes Talent, ironisch, mit seinen Widersprüchen und seinen Verrücktheiten.” “Mozart è il Vasco di qualche secolo fa: Grande talento, ironico, con i suoi contrasti e le sue follie.” (Cosimo Damiano Damato)
Die Menschen in Vascos Liedern plagen Alltagssorgen und Ängste, sie benutzen nicht druckreife Ausdrücke, wenn das Schicksal mal wieder ungerecht zuschlägt, sie erzählen von Momenten, die wir wohl alle schon einmal durchlebt haben. Mithin, Vasco spricht vielen aus der Seele. Und er erfüllt ein Kriterium, das praktisch von jedem “Superstar” angestrebt, aber nur von wenigen erreicht wird: Authentizität. Man nimmt dem Mann einfach ab, dass er sich mit denselben Nichtigkeiten herumplagt, die uns alle betreffen: zurückgewiesene Liebe, ein Urlaub am Meer, Angst, eine Entscheidung zu treffen…die üblichen Hürden des “italiano medio”. Viel mehr ist da nicht und mehr braucht es auch nicht: Man nimmt dem Mann einfach ab, dass er weiss, wovon er spricht, wenn er verschwitzt da oben auf seiner Bühne steht, mit dem Publikum flirtet, einen nach dem anderen seiner berühmten Fidel-Castro-Käppis in die Menge wirft oder seinen unperfekten Oberkörper entblösst, weil die ersten Reihen sein Hemd fordern. Und man spürt das noch immer lebendige kindliche Staunen, wenn er minutenlang mit einem zugeflogenen roten String-Tanga herumalbert. Er, der sie doch alle haben könnte.
Vasco Rossi – Alba Chiara – Live San Siro 2003
Dieses Jahr zieht Vasco durch – für seine Verhältnisse – kleinere, geschlossene Austragungsorte; 13 Jahre nach seiner letzten Indoor-Tournee. Und es ist uns gelungen, für eines seiner 5 (!) Mailänder Konzerte im Mediolanum-Forum Tickets zu organisieren. What can I say? Satte zweieinhalb Stunden vergnügt sich der alternde Derwisch mit seiner im übrigen hervorragenden Band auf der Bühne, als wäre es sein Abschiedskonzert. Die Atmosphäre gleicht einem Fußballstadion mit Fahnen, Transparenten und Sprechchören. Und das Publikum ist textsicher: Zu seinen bekannten Balladen braucht er nur synchron die Lippen zu bewegen und auch neue Stücke wie “Ad ogni costo”, ein Cover des Radiohead-Hits “Creep”, schallen ihm zehntausendfach entgegen. Ein eingestreuter Block aus Hits, die er allein mit der akustischen Gitarre begleitet, sorgt für ebensolche Begeisterungsstürme wie minutenlange exzellente Gitarren- und Schlagzeugsoli, wenn sich die Band ohne ihren Leadsänger vorstellt. Zweieinhalb Stunden Flucht aus dem berlusconianischen Italien mit Arbeitslosigkeit, Wirtschaftskrise, Kriegstoten in Afghanista und der Mühe, der Freundin zu sgen, was man denkt.
Vasco Rossi – Vita Spericolata – Live San Siro 2003
Wie gesagt, Vasco ist ein Phänomen. Ebenso ist es ein Phänomen, dass sein erdiger Rock'n'Roll es noch nicht ins Ausland geschafft hat, wo doch selbst arg durchschnittliche Vertreter wie Eros Ramazotti oder Laura Pausini Erfolge feiern. Bis dahin wird der alte Haudegen aber weiter in der kultischen Verehrung seiner Landsleute baden und bei jedem Jubelsturm verschmitzt wie ein kleiner Junge grinsen, der immer noch nicht versteht, wieso ihn die Leute verehren, wenn er sich doch mit denselben blödsinnigen Nöten plagt wie alle dort vor ihm im Publikum. Denn so funktioniert die “Familie Vasco”. Verdient hat er es sich: “Italia ai tempi di Vasco.”
Last night about 19:30 clock, the juvenile court in Catania after eight hours of counseling his long-awaited ruling against Catania fan Antonino Speziale felled: 14 years for manslaughter. Verhandelt wurde wegen des Todes des Polizisten Filippo Raciti beim Sizilianischen Derby zwischen Catania und Palermo am 02. February 2007. Richter Nino Minneci und seine Kammer sind offenbar davon überzeugt, dass der Tod des Polizisten direkte Folge eines Gewaltakts des damals minderjährigen Speziale war. Vorgeworfen wurde ihm, ein gemeinsam mit anderen Ultràs aus der Verankerung gerissenes Waschbecken, bzw. dessen metallenen Unterbau, auf Raciti geworfen zu haben. Ein daraus folgender Leberparenchymschaden hätte den Tod des Opfers hervorgerufen.
Die Beweisführung stützte sich auf die Aussagen von insgesamt 30 Zeugen. Der am 30. September 2008 begonnene Prozess versuchte an 22 Verhandlungstagen, Licht in die Vorgänge beim Derby zu bringen. Leider hatten die im und um das Stadion angebrachten Kameras den gesamten Verlauf der Auseinandersetzungen gefilmt, nur von der Tat selbst konnten erstaunlicherweise keine Aufnahmen gefunden werden. Antonino Speziale gab in seiner polizeilichen Aussage den Wurf auch durchaus zu, bestand aber darauf, “niemanden getroffen” zu haben. Auch die Zeugen, auch niemand von Racitis Kollegen, hatten den Wurf direkt gesehen, an dem Raciti – Stunden später – verstorben sein soll. Speziales Verteidiger Giuseppe Lipera fasste das seinerzeit so zusammen:
“Der Punkt ist aber ein anderer. Wenn Raciti einen tödlichen Schlag abbekommen hat, bemerkt das niemand. Nicht einmal er selbst.” “Ma il punto è un altro. Se Raciti subisce un colpo mortale, nessuno se ne accorge. Neanche lui.”
Schon die Höhe des gewählten Strafmasses lässt keinen Zweifel daran, dass an der Uniform Racitis gefundene Farbreste von einem Polizeifahrzeug, Zeugenaussagen, der Polizist wäre beim Zurücksetzen eines Einsatzwagen von eigenen Kollegen erfasst worden, ein im Krankenhaus festgestelltes Baritrauma durch eine in der Nähe explodierte Papierbombe mit nachfolgendem Herzstillstand oder andere Einwände der Verteidigung nicht berücksichtigt wurden. Nach Aussagen des Leiters der Notaufnahme Sergio Pintaudi stellt die Verletzung einer Lebervene keinen Widerspruch zum konstatierten Fehlen äußerer Verletzungszeichen dar. Das in hohem Bogen geschleuderte Waschbecken hat offensichtlich nur innere Verletzungen hervorgerufen.
Der Tod des Polizisten Filippo Raciti führte seinerzeit zur massiven Verschärfung der Gesetzgebung gegen gewaltbereite Fußballfans. Trotz allem kulminierte das Jahr 2007, das mit dem sizilianischen Derby schon schlecht begonnen hatte, mit den Todesschüssen auf den Lazio-Anhänger Gabriele Sandri im November. Hier erschoss der Polizist Spaccarotella über zwei Autobahn-Fahrspuren hinweg den im abfahrenden Auto sitzenden Tifoso. Auch hier lautete das Urteil auf Totschlag. Nur das Strafmaß gegen den offensichtlich nach Erwachsenenstrafrecht abgeurteilten Staatsdiener fiel naturgemäß geringer aus: 6 Jahre Haft für einen auf ein ohne jegliche Gefahrensituation auf ein fahrendes Auto abgegebenen gezielten Pistolenschuss ins Genick. 14 Jahre für einen Jugendlichen, der an den Gewalttaten teilgenommen hat, dessen direkte Tatbeteiligung oder auch nur die exakte Todeursache aber im Prozessverlauf durchaus Fragen aufwarfen.
Die Verteidigung Speziales hatte auf Freispruch plädiert, weil der Angeklagte die Tat niemals zugegeben hatte (wohl den Wurf, nicht aber den Treffer) und auch keine ausreichenden Beweise vorlägen. Bereits in einem Vorverfahren war der Catania-Fan wegen Widerstands gegen die Staatsgewalt zu 2 Jahren Haftstrafe verurteilt worden, die er mittlerweile abgesessen hat. Somit war seine Beteiligung an den Auseinandersetzungen bereits bewiesen, bestraft und archiviert. Nach der Urteilsverkündung kündigte Speziale an, in Berufung zu gehen:
“Ich bin sicher, unschuldig zu sein. Das ist ein Komplott, aber ich gebe nicht auf. Mit meinem Anwalt werden wir in Berufung gehen.” “Sono sicuro di essere innocente. C'è un complotto, ma non mi arrendo. Con il mio avvocato faremo appello.”
Giá. Nach dem Tod Gabriele Sandris aus Polizistenhand fegte ein Sturm der Entrüstung durch Italiens Stadien. Nach dem Tod Racitis wurde der Spielbetrieb der Serie A komplett eingestellt, der tragische Tod Sandris sah keinerlei solche Maßnahmen vor. Im Juli letzten Jahres wurden die gezielten Todesschüsse des Polizisten Spaccarotella als Fahrlässigkeit mit 6 Jahren bewertet, der Fussballfan Speziale sieht sich nach einem Waschbeckenwurf mit 14 Jahren Jugendstrafe (!) wegen Totschlags (die urprüngliche Anklage lautete auf Mord) konfrontiert. Meinen seinerzeitigen Kommentar zum Urteil beendete ich mit dem Satz:
“Zudem möchte ich mir nicht vorstellen, wie das Urteil ausgefallen wäre, wenn der Ultrà Gabriele Sandri unter gleichen Umständen den Polizisten Luigi Spaccarotella erschossen hätte.”
I shall be constantly asked why I moved to Italy. Alle Fragen sollte das herrliche Video beantworten, auf das mich Klaus Stern gestern hingewiesen hat: Klicken Sie hier !
Aus über 50.000 Einzelbildern ist dieser “fotografierte” Film entstanden. Were used exclusively for producing DSLR cameras (Canon EOS 5D and EOS 5D MkII). Aufnahmemonate waren Mai und Juli/August.
Traumhafte Landschaftsaufnahmen, die im Zeitraffer eine fast schon hypnotische Qualität entwickeln. Wir kennen die Technik aus TV-Werbespots eines deutschen Telekom-Konzerns, aber hier macht das Zusehen deutlich mehr Spaß. Exzellente Arbeit, auf die ich hier sehr gern hinweise: Zum Schwelgen !
Die BAVA organisiert derzeit ein antifaschistisches Fantreffen in Livorno. Stattfinden soll es am Wochenende 08./09. May in Livorno during the home match against Lazio. In addition to all sorts of other activities in and around the stadium concerts are planned, and I've heard who wants one or the other time raising a cold beer as well! In jedem Fall muss unterstützt werden, wenn man seine linke Gesinnung im Mai in einer Hafenstadt am Mittelmeer demonstrieren darf. Und deshalb hier der Aufruf der BAVA :
Am Wochenende vom 8. und 9. Mai 2010 findet im Stadio Armando Picchi das letzte Heimspiel der aktuellen Serie A Saison des AS Livorno statt. Der Gegner wird Lazio Rom sein.
Der römische Club mit dem Reichsadler im Wappen, offenen Faschisten im Kader und faschistischen Fans, ist nicht irgendein Gegner. Das Spiel ist kein Derby mit seinen regionalen Leidenschaften und lokalen Traditionen. Die Rivalität hat sich entwickelt und kulminierte in dem symbolischen Zweikampf zweier Stürmer. Auf der einen Seite steht der Kommunist und Livornese Cristiano Lucarelli. Seine Antithese ist der Faschist Paolo di Canio!
Hinzu kommt, daß das außergewöhnliche Spiel an einem besonderen Wochenende stattfindet. On 8 Mai 1945 kapitulierte Nazideutschland. Einen Tag später feierte die Rote Armee in Moskau den „Tag des Sieges“ über den Hitlerfaschismus. In einer spektakulären Parade wurden die militärischen Symbole des nationalsozialistischen Deutschlands dem Feuer übergeben. Prunkfahnen, Standarten, Uniformen, Abzeichen und Hakenkreuze brannten und besiegelten das Ende der Naziherrschaft. Schon am 25. April 1945 hatten sich die Italiener_innen selbst befreit und die Faschisten zum Teufel gejagt. Deutsche Nazis flohen. Bürger_innen, Partisan_innen, Anarchist_innen, Kommunist_innen, Sozialist_innen und Gewerkschafter_innen feierten gemeinsamen ihren Sieg.
On 25 April diesen Jahres jährt sich zum fünfundsechzigsten Mal die Befreiung Italiens vom Faschismus. Im Mai wird europaweit in einem zunehmend aggressiven nationalistischen Klima, einem sich abschottenden Europa, das groß erwacht in allen Erdteilen militärisch interveniert, der „Tag des Sieges“ gefeiert. Jedoch kommen am 9. Mai 2010, am Jahrestag der Zerschlagung des Naziregimes, ausgerechnet seine faschistischen Brüder im Geiste, nach Livorno.
So wird aus dem letzten Heimspiel der Squadra Amaranto in der laufenden Saison gegen einen speziellen Gegner an einem einzigartigen Feiertag, einem historischen Jahrestag, ein bedeutsames Ereignis. Das soll gebührend gefeiert werden!
Aus diesem Grunde planen wir am Wochenende des 8./9. Mai 2010 ein internationales antifaschistisches Treffen von Livornofans und befreundeten Antifaschist_innen. Es soll nicht nur der einzigartige AS Livorno kreativ, lautstark und bunt unterstützt werden, sondern ein unmissverständliches Statement gegen Faschismus, Rassismus und Antisemitismus innerhalb und außerhalb des Stadions abgeben werden.
Deshalb rufen wir dazu auf uns bei der Planung des Internationalen Antifaschistischen Treffens zu unterstützen und zahlreich am Wochenende des 8./9. Mai nach Livorno zu kommen!
It sounded so beautiful, when Stefano Calvagnas film "L'ultimo ultras" ( "The Last Ultras") was announced: Giancarlo "Sandokan" Lombardi, a leader of the Curva Sud, capo of the "Guerrieri," should play and even Shevchenko should make a special appearance of authenticity. Well, let's make it short, came out is a film that would be with "The Last of shit" probably still hanging expectations too high. Whopping 90 minutes gave away lifetime held the much anticipated DVD ready for me. 
