A nightmare, to tell the truth.
is not the first time. I can never see the end, I always wake up in anguish in the night, before reaching the end.
- What is it, do not you sleep?
- No ... I'm not that good ... a great
- Do not think it to Taurus, right?
- ... but I figured, I have forty years, not fifteen.
Yeah.
balls balls balls red and yellow.
do not know how, Taurus has to do but, somehow got to do and how.
I wander down the dark hallways and basement of a fuzzy .
"It took a step against" ... who said this phrase? When I heard?
Everything is confused in the mind of a person oday, localities and dates are mixed and overlapping.
There is so much confusion in this corridor that is scary.
the right and left open many doors that look like those of many cells.
At the end of the corridor, he opens another, on the right.
not want to go, I will not go, I will not!
feet do not move but remains the same.
I'm crawling, someone is pushing me.
so I wake up, with a start.
I state that I was playing the fool again.
Each of us is full of skeletons in closets, some more, some less, it is useless to seek an ideal of perfection that does not exist. Blessed are perfect, I'm not.
Some skeleton is so inconvenient to be locked in a hidden closet, which has voluntarily thrown away the key. I was against
Vidul ich and partners, strongly.
Then just do not imagine that there might be someone who moved the ranks of other interests and taking advantage of my anger and that of others.
It 's hard to find that you think you think with your head, and then you look behind you and do not see the wires that move your arms and the invisible ones that make you believe that your thoughts are right .
When you get it, your arms have already moved and replied to the brain. So
followed them of the actions.
Too late, too late.
History of Prisoners ... not easy to talk about it.
Maybe talk about how were born, you should not from Vidulich, but go further back in time to the turbulent days of 1994, when the Taurus is very close to bankruptcy. Gone are the days of
Borsano management and government.
The corporate budget is in shambles.
Spring 1994, the story is written in the Taurus those days, though, to really understand, you should go back again, who demolished the foundations of the solid Toro 80s and left the green light to corporate management disastrous.
But this is not the history of the shrimp, though the pieces of the puzzle are inextricably linked, like so many pieces that fit together and lead to a cell wet and smelly.
choose a starting point, and that is that.
In early 1994, the Turin Mondonico, Benito Carbone and Francescoli, is well placed in the standings, has smoothed the way to the Italian Cup final, and reached the quarter-finals of the Cup Winners' Cup. But the company
crisis is upon us. For months now are raised doubts about the management of Notary Govean.
T hybrid accounting del Toro end seized. Nobody knows how deep the abyss of debt engulfing the company.
Learn how to save a "savior", expected to be the Messiah, despite Govean is still at the helm of the company.
Why, the bull He can not fail!
It speaks only of time Calleri, who has already achieved in the past Lazio. Suddenly
turn on a light at the end of a tunnel that desperate fans del Toro have not yet known, could be completely Savior, but with the "S" capitalized. In
few know.
E 'billionaire, who lives in Monaco, Giribaldi, the newspapers call "rich" as well as large collection of watches (!)
The money, however, appear to have them seriously and does not seem frightened by the mountain of debt accumulated by their predecessors . "You sign a bell'assegno for the debts and then not talk about it anymore ," broadcast in the newspapers.
fans dream.
invite, however gently, Govean to leave.
Spoken also joint operation Giribaldi - Calleri in the business and seems to go even Sergio Rossi as an expert adviser to the environment and how the two, although Calleri does not seem to particularly appreciate.
But the deal is strange, new complications arise every day that throw water on the enthusiasm of the fans. Things are already starting nebulae, and do not know which interests are at stake. He waits in vain, but strange shadows waving.
Suddenly, in the hours before the Turin-Arsenal quarter-final first leg Cup Winners' Cup, Giribaldi is withdrawing from negotiations. It
vocifererà it has been "advised " to step aside, as others before him.
Voice of the word rumor.
This statement is obviously not the source, as many of those that often revolve around the Taurus, but have the odd distinction of being credible and often provide keys to understanding shiny, in scenarios otherwise covered by the land that was thrown on top nice post.
Said, Torino, despite losing the best bits from over two years, scenarios have opened in all three competitions.
Giribaldi After folding, but the team collapses. Even in a strange and inexplicable. The
Cup semi-final against Italy was lost Ancona that in Serie B (0-1 Conero, 0-0 at home) and will be crushed by Sampdoria in the final. Arsenal, which appeared in the square, but not great, being destroyed and to 0-0 at home, followed by the 0-1 in London, graz ie to a goal from Tony Adams to a quarter of an hour remaining.
will be our last international match, Intertoto separately.
In the championship, UEFA Cup has now been virtually achieved, the Taurus put you in the house four times since Foggia, first in Rome to capitulate.
out of the game.
Calleri, alone, took over the Toro and save it from bankruptcy, but by that time, the reasons for its reorganization, the Bull fans as we know it, ceases to exist.
The first will be at the expense Philadelphia, which will be closed. Then the park
players. The real
nursery died in those days.
were the years of the exchange-Petrachi Vieri.
Think about it, there is always some of the big drum beater in these situations, ready to say that this is a bargain.
It 's the 1994-1995 season, then, when the team is disrupted, although the market to (Vieri Petrachi-aside) is conducted with some intelligence.
Taurus is young, daring. both derby win of the season thanks to goals from Rizzitelli, which shows off an exceptional year .
We follow step by step, our history and the threads that bind.
How often we focus our attention on the supporters club, the ball rolling, the details of the match or a goal.
Often, however, our view is too narrow, too focused on detail.
Let's zoom in on the other hand
For example, the humpbacks begin to behave in strange ways.
How? First of all, a revolution within them.
Boniperti is put aside and emerge Bettega place in society.
The battle is bloody, there is also a curious clash of their South bend, s Chiera with Bettega, North and pro Boniperti.
And then?
And then sometimes no longer play in Turin.
Among others, playing the final of the Uefa Cup return (loss), with Parma at the San Siro, just days before winning their league (after years of abstinence) always with Parma, but this time in Turin.
The reason? The problem is the Delle Alpi stadium, which is a problem from the beginning.
Few would have imagined that the decision to build a new stadium at the end of the 80s would prove so disastrous.
Worse than pernicious.
Terrible, a decision that marks our lives sports today.
A decision wanted by anyone except those who had any interest in toppling quintals of cement, possibly earn as much as possible.
Cement, how many times the word will come again in this story.
Useless, of course, obvious from the start, even in the eyes of a naive boy.
What better way to run the economy than to run fine with the money funding through momentous events, disguised as sports or not happening.
With the promise that we will gain a lot, of course. "The benefits will fall to rain on everyone."
Write down this sentence because many times the rain has become hail fell on the pumpkin who was waiting with open hands.
Italy was 90 at the door and if you try to say that the idea of \u200b\u200bthe stadium was a Continassa boiata, we passed through anti-Europeans.
joke? Turin he needed to stage a European!
But I say, "Europe"! "World"!
We wanted to stage a "world".
And they did. Ugly and frightening how few. The original plan
the curve even split in two. Then
partially realized.
At the end we always do.
Surprise though. The keystone of our history is perhaps not This decision still far worse than unhappy. In winning the contract was not a company belonging to the capital from Turin, but the Aqua Marcia of Rome. Special to be reckoned with and to remember and that deserves a separate chapter.
so astronomical rise in costs, many will remember that episode.
return to the days of 1995, where the hump is to play around Italy, complaining of the unbearable cost of renting the Delle Alpi
In many saw in the threat to go elsewhere, to blackmail the city council, a way to push for the sale of expensive stage (more rights) at an affordable price. <> More than convenient.
Hey, though, a moment! A
Torino Toro does not play too?
not play in the same stadium?
Yeah, but the Taurus is poor, sick ... what can expect? E 'the poor relation and tortured. We want to mica raise its voice?
look in our house that we have more important things to do, let's not be envious, the victim, in the end who cares?
Unfortunately our point of view is so limited that we are more concerned with the shape of a player rather than abstract strange voices. And kindly
believe that a building can not have a problem dealing with a football team.
But beside the point. Got to do and how.
We do not realize its size but beside the point. Nothing so big voice
In Turin there is already a a.
And then we are at the barrel of the gas.
So in those days to play the destiny of our history, the consequences of which affect today.
Ah ... I forgot a particular important.
After our past, Luciano Moggi makes its appearance in the black and white.
winning the championship now.
able-bodied men to the right places. Chapeau.
Calleri's fortunes fade quickly and hit the second transfers firework fails.
It was said that Madame had pissed off for the two derby lost the previous year, and that would make him pay. That these were not the terms. Assumptions of course ...
1995-1996, Taurus falls again in B with Doardo - Biat - Caniato, a season gray, as gray and the next one will be anonymous, with Calleri challenged and Taurus will sink into anonymity center of the charts Series cadet. The Sandreani
year, so to speak, Lombardini, Minaudo, Cammarata, Rocco Santarelli, Nunziata, Ipoua, Cevoli and Fiorina.
Calleri disregards the team (presented in Umbria, instead of Turin) to open up negotiations for the sale.
thousand voices alternate in this corridor.
Some laugh, others lash out.
Only one thing does not change. Every night they are closer to the turn of this corridor, despite my efforts.
I know, I have been there ... and slowly I seem to remember something.
My cell, my personal cell. How long ago was that? When I came out?
remember ... I was not alone. There was a man with me.
One day he opened a hole in the wall, the cell was shattered and I found the strength to get out.
"Do not come back! Not vog lio more ... promise me that you come back here! "he said.
He would stay there. Someone, sooner or later he would rebuild the walls, he said.
I do not remember who he was and why he remained there.
Everything is confused.
No one knows exactly what happened with Calleri.
was said and thought it would be delivered to people in Taurus somehow controllable, his task was finished, requests, but the matter stage stood more than ever, even though the Bull, deliberately to the barrel of the gas, certainly could not endorse requests.
Not only that, the horizon looms the idea of \u200b\u200bnew investment and new flaps for the city. Instead
Calleri, perhaps angry, Toro gives three completely unknown in the spring of 1997.
are not in Turin, Genoa.
is about to begin the short but turbulent season Vidulich.
More or less the same period, April 1997, Philadelphia, passed to the Foundation of Novell, was razed to the ground amid general indifference.
In its place will rise a new facility, more modern and secure, a jewel of technology.
It is also said that with a little 'luck may be opened on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the Superga tragedy in 1999. Fortuna ...
have.
In a few very few are opposed to smelling a scam.
someone crying that day on that land.
We do not. Perhaps we have begun to slowly take the poison that dulls the reflexes.
Personally, I realize only a year later, taking a walk in the area.
not ever forgive me.
Also we have not yet realized it might be worth a lot in a strategic area of \u200b\u200bTurin. And we continue to
nIt pe speculation that the interests of not having to do with us.
We'll find out bitterly.
No one ever got it right from beginning to end that projects had Vidulich, arenas, and Bodi, with the support of Regis Milan, in the confused days of the millennium.
You have this lily presentation at the conference say that the transaction is also involved in the Merrill Lynch, a financial giant.
untap spend an evening of champagne and teasing the humpbacks.
If Merrill Lynch entered into Taurus, then the dark days are over.
The next day comes the direct denial of the bank.
E 'only one of the shareholders to have an account with them.
Ah.
A subtle difference.
Via champagne. For
patience caps.
I said, no one ever knew who was really the owner del Toro, although m any roads seemed to lead to Milan Regis father, who lived abroad due to financial problems earlier. This argument was later due to extensive debate broke out when the press campaign against them.
not matter now.
The money probably were few. Too few.
The misfortune of management is called Vidulich 1997-1998.
The three have failed to raise the cabin at the end of 1996-1997 and link everything to the next year, with the return of Lentini.
But Souness on the bench is a gamble. When
Reja takes over, you're flying towards the C.
Reja puts in place the team back in the standings, you fly into fourth place, thanks to goals from Ferrante.
But the Toro Company is a weak and distant from the spheres of power, that is ill-digested and Vidulich members. The promotion comes
mugged as we know.
right, in Italy, one has had to investigate many other things before that.
Let's get in the queue, for a survey that will never come, about what happened in that final season, which culminated in the parched tears of Reggio Emilia. The following year
Mondonico back to Taurus and they celebrate the promotion, despite the shameful defeat in the last home match against Reggina (and you think you want to punish the Pescara, the year before he dropped his pants at home to Perugia).
begins the 1999-2000 season, last in Serie A.
In late spring 1999, articles began to appear strange rumbling of a buyer, this Aghemo, behind which is said (to ridaje) moves an industrial magnate.
Great scenarios, driven by the print media as never before, a world of glory to which we bow down to us promptly.
" E 'forward to Aghemo , left tile supporters sent letters to newspapers, or, even more left" 15000 Porto fans at the indoor stadium "and the inevitable horse battle (or Trojan) " rebuild the Philadelphia ", complete with plastic.
We follow step by step.
Vidulich The money in the bull are gone. There is talk of an avalanche of debt.
naively reveal the leadership of fourth from last place and point to this statement, you probably will have a boomerang effect sincere about them.
The team limps on the bottom of the league, seems to recover, but then stumbled, between Christmas and the New Year in six-game losing streak, after a memorable victory at Verona in the snow.
The media campaign against the Genoese is terrible, incessant, continuous. Each
day it comes out a new (the trick is to ensure that they are not always the same sources to hammer) and the company pays all its limitations of naivete and shortsightedness.
unleashed are sent every day, every day, every single day dropped the usual bowler.
" Taurus not pay salaries," "The Bull not pay even the laundry!" Shame, "etc.
Beyond the inadequacy of management Vidulich, the effect is slow and tiring at the end of the straw that digs a hole in the rock, with its slow, inexorable and endless pounding.
Attention is not a tactic used only in what should be sport.
We start from a time item, then another, switching all'illazione and brings forth the question.
doubt that is fed every day by new inexorable drops falling. If I
all my life I meet people who say they are an idiot at the end of'll be really.
If I told everyone - Hey, look at that limp! - I finally convinced me to limp really, though I walk so perfect.
The new rope, behind which they start talking industrialist peak very close to Fiat, impatiently.
The team?
The team might even save themselves, is ultimately a matter of points.
But the environment collapses, riven by controversy and allegations.
E 'in 2000, the Bull will collapse to the ill-fated horse derby return and the home match against Verona.
zoom to the contrary?
from the particular to general? The matter
stages is far from resolved and the horizon is moved, like a mirage, Torino 2006, the city has received the official investiture, June 10, 1999. Perhaps the Bull
Vidulich is really too much. "
I had it with the Ultras at the time, fully engulfed in my opinion from my limited and superficial.
did not understand why a team that lost six games in a row should not be challenged.
They issued a statement in which they said "would have been better to go cautiously, rather than off to the unclear interest related to the Taurus."
they were right.
But the mood grew to the point that the inevitable happened.
" They put us against a stadium ," he said after a few years Mondonico.
Emily, Emily, I've never had much sympathy for you. There
mettesti with your 'ste cabbage substitutions, Pinga memories with Milan? Memories Bonomi almost fight with Parma in Turin?
Yet, albeit cryptic, often you said holy truths.
to interpret, but still the truth.
They put us against a stadium.
I'm a fool believes that smart.
moving, moving his hands, believing that I move them.
When I notice the wires behind me, there will already be the black man, and it will be too late to send him away.
now I turned, in the hallway on the right.
Basically there's that faint light.
are almost tired, resigned, I cried all the time, I pleaded, I cried. But
thousand hands pushing me and others to their cells. Mani
furious, angry, hands that do not know.
the end, the rock breaks and sweeps away the volcanic Aghemo the Genoese, with the Toro now clinging to despair, nea lthough most of its strength.
Many people, myself included, feel sympathy for even a veiled man, former President of Moncalieri. More
for its Piedmont, and for the football faith of the majority, which is realized by now be out of place.
will have to enter his interests in football, but at stake is the reconstruction of the Row, we put?
And then, we are told, at this point anything can be best of three Genoese, no?
The old management has failed we read the letters sent by fans to the newspapers. They are unable and incompetent said in other letters, or in the first mail that people send a lot of anger in society.
These phrases of the time.
period.
After a month comes the cold shower, sparked by the affair Pieroni, who was hired as sports director and is said to be the way to get to Mazzone as a coach. But
peels and Pieroni, people, in a blaze of normality, sided with Porter.
Go down to the streets.
not be the first time, we consume the soles over the years.
Aghemo Cimminelli and the latter is opposed to the torpedoes.
Now his assistant has completed its task.
E 'history as we know it now. Arriva
Romero, a man tied to a terrible incident, a man who many remember in chief press officer of Gianni Agnelli.
The history of the Toro may stop here.
The wires were pulled and now there is no turning back.
There is nothing worse than a poison that you are given a daily basis.
If someone came to our house and decided to empty it, how would you react?
Well, the answer is obvious, and she threw him to the intruder and try to kick him to get it out in a hurry.
This seems obvious.
Instead try to imagine if one day, returning home we discovered missing, I know a frame. In many probably even would notice.
Maybe we have to consider for a while ', then there would be more appropriate and charge the loss to our fault.
And if the day after missing a ... ornament? And then something else, like a book? You would blame to their forgetfulness, filing the case as a curious, trivial things, basically. Up
not to make more account, convincing us to live in a cursed house and living the plunder of the house itself as inevitable.
Basically there are still walls.
The house, at least the house. More and more sad, more and more anonymous.
One day you realize that your house has no walls, but bars.
And you do not have the strength to get out.
After all that's home, even if it has bars.
how good it was when it was all there. What memories, how many regrets! A poison is very
not bad if taken in small doses.
You get used, they spend their days in bed until you get used to the taste of death left.
eyes are low, rarely up to his feet, beyond the bars.
are born prisoners.
Those who have lived for years in a dark corridor and forgotten.
Again the dream, rarely, leave me alone.
- Are you sure that does not fit the Taurus? I know you too well, you do me the right account.
- but I figured, it's a goddamn ...
Accend acidity or light, I'm going to mirror my face contorted.
40 years ... I am no longer a boy and not a boy I will never go away? I'll never
smart?
'm not alone, I know, but I struggle to understand who is with me and whoever is pushing.
I try to find a foothold on the walls, but the bricks are greasy, dirty and slippery.
And the floor ... I'm not crawling. I'm slipping, and perhaps even
down ... I do not want to see what's at the end of the corridor to my cell, I will not.
But the light is left ever closer, ever closer.
I will not!
A chronological record of the lives of the prisoners would not be fair.
Because at that time the years is confused, the captives hardly realize it.
Most of us have lost the memories sequential, instead of e are quite happier times.
would be more honest, like a mad painter who sees the light flashes, fragments of memories devastating brush.
Flashes of light, moments of dull, heavy rain in a day without light, smell stale, silent sighs.
A goal from Del Piero against Parma and leadership grenade that rejoices in the stands at Lecce, the balls to Superga, Ferrante pulling a penalty against Siena and whistles that the half-empty stadium, a window shattered on the night of a Toro-Milan, the long trip to Reggio Emilia in search of nowhere, on a sunny day that we hoped to be eternal, spent to regroup, to count and to walk along the streets of our city, a bandana and nothing more, a stadium full of 17 people, while Messina fans are having a party, the old scarves, the old flags in their hands tight, almost like a rubbed Aladdin's lamp, in the absurd and Eng enua hope that they will release the magic and the energy contained in them, the bull instead of a zebra in a brand hated , the smiles of sympathy from colleagues or acquaintances, who at first make you lower your eyes, then they make you snort and then teach you how to react, lost lost.
God, what have you taught Toro? What did you taught?
Why have you taught to hate? To have unspeakable thoughts?
was this fate? This was the fate, already far from that of the 70 days, when my father spoke to me excited about a victory over AC Milan after so many years?
If there was a sound that could describe the lives of prisoners in those years would have only a single, devastating sound.
of silence.
But that common ground of the mountains, you are converting the soul, no, not that!
The silence of solitude, what makes you beat the heart beat in my ears, louder and louder, more stronger!
My God, my God, get me out of this nightmare, my God, my God!
Prisoners ...
A hard without music, singing without a voice, crying without tears, laughter with closed lips, a kiss without love, without joy, fun, a religion without God, without wind tousled hair, anger without anger, a race standing still, Turin without the Bull.
An open cell, waiting for someone to come and pull out a wall to mark where the days weeks and years.
a step too terrible to remember, when in fact deserves to be remembered every day.
In 2003, Stadio Delle Alpi, is sold to the hump of 24 million € (!!!), along with the surface rights for 99 years.
Taurus opposed the sell-off? Recla format has something? But this is no joking! But not even let us try!
We will be up ownership of the Municipal Stadium, after bear the costs of restructuring for the 2006 Olympics.
What then will bear the Torino Calcio.
A good deal for shareholders, they say.
Cement, concrete yet.
Even then you start to hear that the bull does not own that stadium ever.
that society (and last in the lurch ranking in 2003) will not survive.
And not because of fate.
The reconstruction of the Row, in which many had believed it was time to stop by the Municipal Council under the weight of providential exceptions.
End of the Trojan horse.
It speculates on the land. It will
a supermarket, no, just two buildings.
few heroic fan is mobilized in a strenuous and extreme defense of the sacred ground.
In 2003, now has no more doubts.
The prisoners have already resigned. The Toro closes a championship last shameful.
is looking for a buyer, you march in 50000, is believed to Basharin, then Monga, they spend their evenings and nights on the forum. In
our cell.
January 2005.
No one speaks more of Taurus.
La Stampa, the same newspaper that devotes so much attention today, we rarely reserve some blurb.
Taurus? There is no more
Prisoners? Locked in the cell.
When you open an unexpected hole in the cell, a few months later, many will not have the strength to get out.
Cimminelli laughs.
Of all we can say about the man unless he had the hair on my stomach.
many stories circulated about him.
For all the days of his stay in what remained of the bull, you did not care about us, our passions, our prayers, our marches.
do not give anything. Nothing at all, not even by accident.
about him, besides my personal opinion, will always be the memory of a man who laughs mockingly.
Moments of years lost by the wayside, including the other a nightmare.
Watch your city at night and you realize that you're struggling to look through your contact lenses or all of the 70 'to 80 more.
Do you think the shadows are those of the people you knew.
But you know that perhaps the people you loved is gone, the city will never be the same.
It 'no use pretending, and continue to lie to themselves.
If I take off my contact lenses, the spectacle is depressing and I almost seem to see many threads that may not again shake gestures and thoughts.
Somewhere I read that a person who is held in a segregated cell long, slowly lose their will and if by chance the perpetrator left the door open, the prisoner would not have even more strength to go out, accustomed as it is to shut down its slow.
And if still, someone brought to light and freedom, in their unconscious desires and he would not see to get back to those four walls damp and smelly, which are now the only world he knows.
dream around me again, so inevitable.
I'm screaming with no voice, the anger of despair glossy.
I arrived in front of the cell, surrounded by chills and a feeling of deja-vu.
There's a man inside.
E 'the same that I said "Do not come back." I gu burn and smiled a mocking and sarcastic bitterness.
I myself, is my picture a few years ago.
The cell and the walls are wet.
A place without bars, which slowly die, forgotten.
our house so desired, to which we have become accustomed.
Unless ... Unless the view of the cell, as it was, my picture of defeat a few years ago, do not make me wince.
And I do find the strength to be stronger than those who is pushing me.
The strength of zoom from the particular to general, to understand what interests and future events could go beyond the ball rolling. And
to resist.
a start, one last time.
I find the strength.
MAURO Sagle
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