World Cup Celebration

Yesterday, I witness what will be one of the historic major events in this history ladden country, a coutry where almost everything you see, or touch has a huge historical relevance, who knows, Maybe Julius Cesare once took a shower in the place where my house is.
Anyway yesterday the Italian team defeated France to win the World Cup.Despite the fact that it was their fourth time, they still did not leave any stone unturned in celebrating it, it was like the first time.


We all headed down to Duomo The City Center.. Just a second, I just realised something, all the churches in the city centres of Italy are called Duomo!! The one in genova, Napoli,Pisa are all called Duomo(Dome) anyway back to my story, we got to the city centre which had already been turned to a bottle Carnage from just half an hour of Jubiliation, it still beats my Imagination why they still sell drinks in Bottles instead of plastics in such an event.

Anyway, I have never seen a thing like this before, Thousands of People continiously surged in from all the corners of the centre apparently bringing in their own flavour to the already diverse celebration, I was at Notte Bianca which paraded at least 20 top Italian singers, I attended the last music festival which had Black eyed Peas, Metafix and Sting Performing, I was in milan when U2, Metallica, Craig Davids and countless of other popular artists performed but I never saw a crowd like this in the city that is obsessed with coming out to the centre at the slightest provocation.

Initiallty it was like a sing along party with just 2 songs though, the first is Poooh Poh Ropoh poh poh pooh pohhhhh….siamo campioni del mondo! Which literally means ''we are the world champions'', that’s actually a popular rock track forcefully changed to the Fan song of The Azzuri(the Blues) as the National team is called.The second was a typical Italian song which I already blogged about(they use it to cast aspertions) Francia Di Merda,abbiamo Francese di Merda and so on which literally translates to ''France is shit, the French is shit''. After about half hour the party moved to the next level where people climbed the monuments which were about 50 metres high, the police tried to prevent this but at somepoint hey gave up the idea, people actually swam in the fountain as well, at this point the party was about who will make the loudest noise, people had several types of noise making vessels ranging from manually driven to aerosol driven wistles and trumpets. Some people actually brought frying pans and spoons which where turned to drums and drum sticks respectively.

Almost every one had a flag, if you don’t have one there were many fast paced buisness people who had huge supplies of it, actually the prize of everything except cigarettes which could only be gotten from the machines went up 2 folds,Almanacs of the team, an obituary announcement of the french team, a poorly printed black and white shirt which had Campioni 4 del mondo writen on it was selling for 20 euros, on a good day I wouldn’t even take such a shirt for free, however considering that they had just 30 minutes to print them I’ll accept them.

When it got to 12pm, the party went to the next level, a combination of all sorts things they people couldn’t do when sobber, ranging from shaking the life out of police cars, Girls showing their boobs, the men striping down to their under pants, breaking of more bottles etc

In the end I had to find my way home because the party was getting a bit violent, Most of the players of the french team were blacks, so I could be eaily be mistaken for a french and the harm this could cause me would be more than the harm Osama has caused United States.

Actually one of the drunk teens approached me shouting ''Lui e’ Francese''(he is French), I thought it was a joke, but this tall but skinny or more like malnorished( not in the sence of not having enough food rather have just cigarette and a shot of rum for a meal) teen hit me so hard with the flag he had that, all my violence tendencies became fully manifested in a split second, they other members of his group were already approaching to mob me when I threw a hard punch at him with all the strenght that the Pasta Carabonara that I had for dinner could muster. The punch hit him squarely, I think it broght him back to his sences because for about 10 seconds he was out! The other members of his group were sobber enough to know that who ever came next was going to get just what he got and one thing they knew for sure(despite being drunk) was that it did not feel good! That was my saviour, I headed home immediately because the next group my be so drunk they wouldn’t know that the punch hurts until it hit them.. that might entail hitting many more people and getting hit myself, I did not want that to happen!!