The Doric environment still has the adrenaline of the Pescara match. An away match that brought together and released sparks of enthusiasm, during the penultimate act of a humiliating season. Sporting disappointment on the field and management confusion in the club have disturbed, but not destabilized, a fan base that refuses to get used to the slums. For me, the cheerful chorus that resonated from the first matches in Eccellenza of the 17/18 season was emblematic: “Let’s go away, from this category shit, there isn’t even a single fan, oh dear, how melancholy”. A sort of ironic detachment helped us face the tragic implications of yet another failure. “I fall asleep in Eccellenza, I wake up in Serie C” to the tune of Freed from desire condensed, with the same irony, the awareness of having been, for once, blessed by luck on the occasion of the double pike leap of summer 2021. The awareness of who, in any case, Eccellenza or Serie A, will be there, of who he is not afraid of suffering. The desire to continue to be there, to continue to determine the presence of a city on the stages of national sport. From which Ancona has almost disappeared, to blame, and certainly not due to a lack of passion, attachment or pool of practitioners in various sports disciplines. The awareness of those who will always be there, beyond the result, beyond the category, but who are nevertheless not naive: without the category, without the results on the field, without a solid society we all lose something. If there is anything that this long series of slums has taught us, is teaching us, it is that efforts to keep the environment lively and lively can be destroyed in a matter of days. The club is warned: the passion of the fans of this city responds present and constant (see average spectators in away games) to all the appointments and commitments, despite everything. It will be good to take this into account in market operations and in the balance of the internal structure, issues that need to be addressed in the immediate future. North Curve is extremely clear with the banners displayed in the last minutes of the match: “This torment is over/Tiong and players may it teach you/This fan base must always be honoured/From the first to the last day”. Yes, because the invitation that a double auctioneer extends to our “Felli tribolà” footballers was of little use, it was above all us who were in trouble this year. Torment, he tribulated, heartbreak, disgust are words that we have had to use too often this year to describe what we had to see on the pitch. From this point of view, Ancona-Lucchese is no exception and offers little joy: we are saved thanks to the three points from Pescara, where the collective unleashing led an unexpectedly revived team to victory.
The players are sterile on the field, the fans are agitated in the stands. Unfortunately, this time too there was no guest presence: not even the 48 people from Lucca who bought the ticket were there, who refused to enter due to the ban on bringing inside some banners protesting against the company. North Curve cloaks the sector with a curve cover for the start of the game, reiterating the identity roots from which to draw strength in times like this. The “setlist” of the choirs is a continuous homage to the same curve, to the experience of cheering, to sharing and to the pleasure of being side by side every Sunday. Only in the second half do we sing for the team, asking for a goal, which doesn’t arrive. In the opening bars there is also space for an amarcord moment, with “It seems impossible/That I still follow you/This is an illness that never goes away” on the notes of Sloop John B. of the Beach Boys, which takes you back to the years of promotion to Serie B with the viper Mastronunzio. After the dutiful homage to the Genoa twins present, we gather around our granite certainties: “And I know it, because I don’t stay at home”. It is one of the choirs that generates the moments of greatest compactness, with the dilated vowels that give the sensation of supporting each other’s voices and allow us to raise the decibels, to reiterate that it is to live these moments that we do not stay at home . After a few dry and successful strokes, we arrive at our version of Loving you by CCCP, one of the choirs that has been most engaging recently: “Following you is my life/I carry it inside/Go and explain this feeling”. Someone behind me says: “let’s make him feel the salt!”. It is not clear to whom, but the image of the seafarers who release saltiness while singing makes a strong impression. North Curve he continues with conviction and, after having honored those who have passed away and who have been banned, reiterates that “people like us never give up”. Hugs, jumps and pushes in the central part of the sector, testify to the involvement even from the beginning of the recovery, remembering that “Let’s grind kilometers/Let’s overcome obstacles” is not just a chorus, but a weekly practice. The news of Pescara’s 3-0 win over Fermana manages to relax people’s spirits a lot, even if some invite us not to relax too much: “Yes, but the match isn’t over yet!”. Although it would certainly not be a crowning achievement of the season, “we want this victory” is reiterated, before anticipating two of the most identifying chants in recent years: “Wherever you go I will be with you/Because you go beyond the match” and “Forza magic Ancona/ You know I’m there/You know I’ll be there every moment.” Interspersed with clapping and jumping, these are the moments in which the central part of the sector is at its best. The density facilitates a happy contagion of bodies, the voices blend and fuel the collective strength. If we compact ourselves at the centre, we lose effectiveness at the sides, with a large part of the sector dormant and not very involved. On the other hand, we know: the Passo Varano basin, with its stands far from the pitch, generates an impressive echo in the sections, but certainly does not favor the singing involvement of the upper and lateral parts of the sector. It seems that, as soon as it is released from the central part, the energy quickly disperses and therefore we need to remind ourselves of this, with the anger and pride of the choir thrower: “Let’s carry it to safety, as we have done all year!”. The ending is for us, to reiterate the euphoria: “and life is beautiful/when Ancona plays/it seems like a day of celebration/we are out of our minds”. We close with the scarf on “Gente di mare”, with the footballers who come under the curve to celebrate, but in reality it is anything but a hug. We don’t celebrate together, some whistles even come from some parts of the curve and the players leave early. Never mind, we weren’t here for them, and between a few “Fuck you” two historic choruses start, stopping time and space, projecting us away from a category, a team and a society that don’t deserve us: “We support it c’mon” and “And when Ancona plays”.
Leaving the plant I am, as usual, tired and happy. As usual I gave everything and saw little of the match. B., who has seen them all this year, tells me the same thing. But really all of them? All. Hundred percent. And it’s finally over. “What trouble. See you next year”, N. tells me with a slightly impatient look: even today there are few joys. But next year we will be there, with anger and determination, wary and madly in love. “We prisoners of this city/Forever proud of our colours” We know who we are, what makes us feel good, what we fight for: with proud disenchantment.
EM
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