And here we are to travel to Frosinone that, as it developed, it takes a long account: to be honest, not as long as some people would like, because if I had to put us I should seriously write for hours and hours and hours for at least a dozen fronts, which time, unfortunately, I do not concede.
We left at 7:30 in the morning, with the usual bus and the driver that he usually accompanies another given the distance of travel and travel time. The atmosphere is full of fun and want to do: the beer is fresh, we also have bread, buns and sausages, and all those present are loaded properly for this trip which will remain in the annals for a long time. I myself had never been in Frosinone, and I think for quite a while I will not go back, but I'll explain why in this report.
The trip runs smoothly away, let's take a guy in Modena Sud (keep in mind this particular) and allocated to the most treacherous stretch of the trip: the Bologna-Florence section where there is a lot of snow mountains and that a few flakes began to fall when we passed through. Some is also the brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bplacing a rubber boot of the bus Forgot the road, probably of a tractor, given the size.
From here nothing special, you say, until there comes the news that we should abandon the highway to a fatal accident in Arezzo: Now, do not want to seem more vulgar than it is, but it is the third trip (after Citadel and Bergamo) in which we encounter a highway accident where a truck driver involved dies ...
fact is that, over the stretch of highway closed, return and we head towards Frosinone via Rome and arriving finally on the ground Two Women: as I said I'd never been before in these areas, especially in the city of Frosinone, but frankly I have no desire to return, given the deterioration of the part lower town, the surrounding Matus.
arrived at the stadium (with 20-minute delay due to accident), others come immediately, and I'm going to make tickets for the rest of the group do not know, therefore, tell how it was typhoid and the game for the remaining 20-25 min of the first half, partly because I could not see where I felt the game and only the choruses of ciociari.
The second time it happens, however, one thing that everyone will remember for years and years, and I'm sorry for the boy if the landfill, but at the time, and not only on time, did die of laughter to everyone present. At some point, the salt in Digos and asks: "Who is **?" The boy in question and answer when asked if her parents knew of its presence there of Frosinone. The question is rhetorical, as the answer brief, the parents of this boy did not know that he was away in Frosinone with the rest of the bus and denounced the disappearance! I can only say that before this news was taking off our supporters but has seriously diminished and it is restricted to a few choruses support. To me, frankly, I'm sorry for the guy, because I do not know how many he has taken from his own, back home, but I can not trattanermi laughing when I think about that yet.
The game ends in a 1, a result which is close to pleasure, want to field in the domain, either because the actions had goals in the second half, but so much so, our task (support the team ) we have fulfilled the great and here comes another problem: a healthy under the curve are only two or three players, War, Brands and third do not remember. I wonder I: this is the gratitude to fans, which shall bear 1200 km in one day to follow a team of emotions just not from this year. Amen, I say, I care about them since, but I give you this for your own personal account.
When the game starts immediately and arrive in Arezzo (if I remember correctly) for a serious break, which lasted an hour, which has prevailed in the complete ignorance on the part of the group is clear, in ignorance positive sense, that has accompanied the whole meal.
After this pleasant stop off again and, worst of the unexpected, the bus stopped at a motorway for a problem, I think, to the transmission belt. We are still a few minutes, after which the driver decides to leave, but the coach, very tenaciously, he stopped again, this time just after a curve ... do not tell our faces after seeing the truck that went to 100 km / h constantly trumpeting and dazzled. What to do? We note that, at 250 m from the bus, there is a parking place: climb over the guardrail and, holding it for fear of a ditch, we reach the parking lot where the bus comes to us shortly after.
The problem now is that the coach was not his most moving and we were forced to stay there in that parking lot for four hours, waiting for a mechanic from London (which took 4 hours to get there where we were, that is, in Florence, Apennines) and another bus from Fiorenzuola us back home.
not tell you the shit that I heard in these 4 hours (between 22:30 and 2:30) because if I wanted to write them all I should take a month's time: I can only tell you of a magical trio did not disappoint expectations, indeed, has enchanted us with his pearls of wisdom to another who has begun to try shamelessly (and not so romantic) with the only woman on the bus, and the trust that our electric has established a first discussion of names filling it with a tire then the police arrived, it was completely in love with the cop (mind you, all you are in love, but oh well ...).
However, if you want to tell you, word for word for the magical trio of characters who do not have to ask and I'll be happy to tell you: by the time I write a few that have remained in my head ...
"feel of the wild boar ...." that from a guy who imitated to perfection and back of the boar, "ok that you have changed but this driver does not allow you to turn off all lights, Sune" to return the new coach arrived from Fiorenzuola, "but the radio is my Upon your yours is ... " This is because the radio of the bus, in some places, he felt, "a driver, a disabled sum me, go on catheter piin to shit in sal against this coach, strons "small reflections after the damage to the bus driver," Driver to coach me in the de la gint Prosimii to you and me. To do a cat Cimbrèda fo rutonda the faith to pay to the duseit Alura, "" Le me fio a Basterd stickers when I arive at about ag do sgiafon tant cal pigasan against a "poor man's son ... three years," prohibits yes du deficint. culatòn you to a tea and tea in a tea Taron from pussy. manana marslassi hand "guess who said that reading is the last three words," I'm not going to bed tonight, I'm here beside you, you're too beautiful ... "declaration of love to cop ...
I'm done with the guide, this time do not dispute the number of those present, as in Frosinone was present in thirty abundant.
I address you all, red-white people who crowded the terraces every Saturday of Garilli: you saw that something moved? now everyone knows that the Piacenza Calcio is not sailing in good water? you saw the ridiculous statement after the meeting of Riccardi trade union supporters? you have seen the exploitation of Mr politician. Foti's Reggi on Intervention?
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