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"Being someone who 'lived' the stadium, a few non-organic annexations could have with this 'vision'; and I do not exclude this," look, Hornby admits it explicitly. The violence? He officially rejected violence and certain instincts of the hooligan way of being, yet he was an instigator of specific episodes of provocation and active action towards other stands, behaviors that didn’t provoke anything special in England, but at Heysel, they killed. Nonetheless, he reflects on a certain type of thought, and it's not an automatic result of growing older; it was also motivated by years of tragedies where British fans were the protagonists. "But things were that way back then, and you had to take that way, more or less consciously," you weren't obliged to take it. Didn’t your review aim to highlight that aspect? Too bad, the book has more keys to interpretation and is not simply the story of someone who needed football to reconcile with his father and not ruin his adolescence. It’s not a story for virtuous young ladies.

I've already heard something from Daltrey's solo work, but I should revisit it. I didn't particularly like the review.

Very good, great review. Of XTC, it's one of the few albums I don't have.

I don't have a bad opinion of Mario Venuti; he definitely appeals to a broad target audience without sacrificing quality and certain flashes of excellent craftsmanship. An artist whose music should be taken and thoroughly explored beyond the surface; something substantial can be found.

It says something very clear: what the Liverpool fans did at Heysel was a common practice. They would charge to provoke the opponent and seek confrontation. These were not the times (Hillsborough was yet to come) when a certain income bracket of the public would be excluded from stadiums (violence was "solved" this way, don’t you think? It was only transferred. The degradation of neighborhoods like Millwall was never resolved, and it’s no coincidence that its fanbase was one of the most violent in Europe), so the stands were filled with people who had a certain inclination towards violence; aside from a few sectors, "Terrace Culture" was widespread almost everywhere, and everyone adopted it, even fans like Hornby who, on the surface, seemed distinguished and positioned in a different sector than the hooligans. He reflects critically on a practice that was normal, something he used to do, which led to the deaths of many people. In short, he realizes that his way of thinking could be lethal every Sunday, and he had never realized it before. It took Heysel for this awareness to emerge. From there begins a severe self-criticism; it’s no coincidence that after that event, the passages of the book become increasingly sparse and directed towards a certain reflection. A certain way of behaving falls away. It’s something I’ve seen already, after the fire in Piacenza ten years ago, where many who had previously been involved in all sorts of incidents (even clashing with an opposing fanbase in the middle of a highway) start to look at their past in a certain way and back off. Hornby, like many Salernitana fans, will remain faithful to their passion but will no longer be willing to act personally and will take a step back. There is emphasis at first, there’s an excessive and unusual attitude: denying this is no small matter. Isn’t it the common thread? In my opinion, there’s more than one common thread; it’s a book with different interpretations and various cues. He distanced himself because Italians died; otherwise, he would have done it who knows how many years earlier and would have ended up expelled from the stadiums, like so many who refused to give up the spirit they had in the terraces. In short, he got out just in time. Otherwise, he would have been labeled a criminal and a reject of society for personally confronting Thatcher's shameful and cowardly repression.

Make a big statement? Human and sacred emphasis? Read that piece again; there's much more contained within than you think. It's encapsulating the true spirit of a Gunners fan. The nuance it offers isn't for everyone, not for those who don't experience the stadiums in a visceral way.

"This novel does not make a fuss, but only reflects normality. There is no emphasis, nothing excessive." Here we are. The above is fine (the bond with the father, football is involved and not involved, the collective rituals), but here you’ve written a colossal nonsense (it would deserve a 1 immediately, and you'd earn it). Read and reread the part about Heysel and we'll talk about it again.

I haven't gotten it yet, but it should make you think about how, after 40 years, one can still express oneself at certain levels while giving up large sources of income. In short, honor to Bartoccetti.

I have no objections to the review; I agree with Giona about the album. It's a good album, but it lacks that leap in quality.

A good album, in my opinion slightly better than the previous one. I also emphasize that they truly deserve to be admired on stage because they have an excellent performance live.