Our family<\/strong>, the real one, is lost, voices far away on the other side of the sea. Our family, the one which takes the pitch every Sunday, grows in number daily, and is enriched by many new souls, always with new smiles.<\/p>\n We make a note of the points, every year. Ephemeral, inconsistent points. A league table with just one number: zero. The only points accumulated are those on the odometer, away game after away game. This year it says 900, a great victory.<\/p>\n 900 like that journey, like that book, like that film, of men and women out on the ocean looking for fortune on the other side of the sea, and when the music ends and you look around you are in a new world, with new spaces, new hopes. But romantic adventures are the stuff of films; real life is made up of denials, of lawyers, of unknown cities, of parallel paths, the wait for that crazy piece of paper, a passport photo and a name, a new birth, which cancels your status as a \u201cnon-person\u201d and makes you visible to society, to the world.<\/p>\n But there is no league table which can contain out greatest triumph<\/strong>, that of every day. Brick upon brick, made up of different colours, of diversity. Walls made of a multiform jumble, solid on the foundations of our house.<\/p>\n (Antonio Marcello)<\/p>\n Note:<\/strong><\/p>\n The original title of this story was \u201cQuei Bravi Ragazzi\u201d. This is the Italian translation of the Scorsese film \u201cGoodfellas\u201d. In the context of this story, the Scorsese title would have been inappropriate, so the English title used is a direct translation of quei bravi ragazzi<\/i> \u2013 \u2018those good lads\u2019.<\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Our championship has ended. Six months, 22 matches, many 90 minutes of \u201cnormality\u201d. That kind of normality where, when you go out on the pitch, you are kitted out like \u201cthem\u201d, you\u2019re good like...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3024,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[181,489,182,136,165,21],"class_list":["post-3023","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-liberinantesasd","tag-calcio","tag-coppa-disciplina","tag-football","tag-liberi-nantes","tag-pietralata","tag-rifugiati"],"yoast_head":"\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.liberinantes.org\/new\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/17634610_776326079211094_444461267276843806_n-150x150.jpg\")
The Fair Play Cup<\/strong> is firmly in our hands. Those few points are the only ones that appear by our name, and the fewer the better. They talk of a parallel championship, that involves more than 40 teams. And yes! The table says it, we are good lads. Well behaved, disciplined. The same good lads that on the news, with fingers pointed against them, are the evil of the world. Just one minute spent together with them and the solidity of the media becomes like sand slipping through your fingers. The same good lads, who, when they meet you on the bus and you check their passports because \u201cblack\u201d is an ambiguous colour, and you, so as not to make a mistake\u2026better to be think ahead. Because from childhood the black man was hiding in the dark corner, ready to punish you if you were naughty.<\/p>\n