Calcio

Last Wednesday, me and a few friends finally went to a soccer game here in Florence. It was quite the experience, to say the least. We bought the cheapest tickets possible, because that’s how I roll, but it ended up being really good. We ended up on the first row, separated from the field by only a thin sheet of glass. The entire crowd, including us, was in purple (Fiorentina’s color!), except for a small portion wearing red (Munich’s color…BOO). Munich was the team they were playing and they actually had a large portion of fans in their section, which had to be sectioned off by glass as well, and then guarded by a ton of police in hurt-your-eyes yellow vests, making sure no fights broke out. Apparently, we went to a good game, because Munich is a big rival of Fiorentina, and there were really good yelling matches between the two teams. When we arrived, my favorite player, Mutu, ended up scoring the first goal within the first ten minutes. That’s why he’s my favorite. Well, that, and the fact that he’s ridiculously good looking. So, the rest of the game was a little bit boring, besides the man standing behind us yelling obscenities in Italian. I swear even the worst and ugliest of words sound amazing in Italian. The man standing behind us was constantly yelling “Vaffanculo!” (Pronounced va-fawn-coo-lo) And, this sounded so beautiful, regardless of the fact that he was yelling the worst obscenity that exists in the Italian language. Well, in the last twenty minutes of the game, Munich ended up scoring on a cheap shot (I’m not biased at all…) so the game got pretty intense. But, it ended up being a tie, so all was good and everyone went home happy-ish. So, that was my Italian soccer experience. Despite what some think, there was no cheating. Italians don’t cheat at soccer. Haha. There were quite a few obscenities yelled, lots of purple, lots of really great soccer, and a really good time had by all.