“Football meant too much for me and keeps on meaning too many things. After a while, everything gets mixed up in your head and you can't understand if life is shit because Cagliari aren't doing well of viceversa. I went to see too many games, I spent too much money, I got pissed about Cagliari when I should have been pissed off about other things, I demanded too much from the people I love. Ok, everything is fine...but I don't know, maybe it's something you can't understand until you're in it. How can you understand when there are four minutes to go and you are down 3-2 in a decisive match and you look around and see many overwhelmed faces, pulled by fear, hope, tension and completely lost with no other things in my head...and then something magical happens, the referee's whistle and eveyone goes crazy...” *
Football is this, you win and much more often you lose. It is ok. But without the dream of every single fan, football does not make any sense. There are no fans anointed by the Lord, because they all share an unique, immense desire to dream. This land, proud and dignified, taught me that we must never give yp and that we must always start dreaming again. You can lose but don't stop dreaming as long as that ball keeps on rolling. Now you know want to stop that ball and all the dreams it carries with it. Even the dreams of those who make business, and not finance, of those who risk of their own because they have the same passion as a child who sees that ball rolling. I don't know if it will be the end of football, for sure it would be the end of football that made me fall in love and decide to go crazy. What pushed me to get involved, to experience good and less beautiful moments, to suffer for not being able to repay the feeling of our people and all of those fans who dream with me, to try always and in any case. Just them, the fans...BECAUSE IF THEY WOULD NOT BE THERE, WHO WOULD CARE ABOUT FOOTBALL?
* Quote adapted from Nick Hornby's “Fever pitch”