The art if understanding another language is by tuning one's ears to the individual who is speaking towards oneself. Not an easy task as I or anyone who immerses themselves in another foreign tongue testify. The same can be applied to music especially when you have a local band here impersonating rock hits from AC/DC to Led Zeppelin. Point being the singer will always find it a little tough to remember the words of a foreign song. Understandable you'll agree. But when I clapped my eyes on this certain karaoke creation I was both shocked and amused in equal measures by the singers antics, so pissed I expected him to fall off the stage with cocktail and straw in tow. Sporting a baseball cap which bot hid and underlined his age and receding age he clambered off stage at one point to start rubbing up some innocent young girls by the side of the stage, at one point making a concerted yet always doomed effort to shove his tongue down on their throats. Oh ya, the singing: like a banshee with a sore throat, this was wailing at it's finest.
Football on Sundays is a relief for me as it breaks up the slowness of a Genoese Sunday, always making sure to purchase my ticket on the Thursday before the game at the Sampdoria Point near Brignole station. As one friend pointed out for the €16 for each game I pay to have the pleasure of standing in the gradinata sud I could just order Sky Sports and save myself the bother. But there is nothing like seeing in flesh players such as Pazzini, Palombo, Ziegler and the truly genius but very frustrating this season Fan-Antonio Cassano. The usual Sunday in Ireland generally costs more between watching every English, Spanish and Italian game and the bill for large quantities of beer consumed. €16 seems like a steal for me.
Regarding Cassano, the Bari native is truly an enigma for the Blucerchiati faithful. He waves his arms up inorder to get the crowd behind the team and is the kind of player who does nothing for 90 minutes (in the case of the Fiorentina game) only to lose possession and complain to the ref and confront opposition players. But after a pas from the young Marilungo, he produces the sort of magic goal we all attempted time and time again as kids as he takes the high ball, beats three players and sends the keeper the worng way for an sublime finish. His celebration is even more brilliant, throwing his jersey towards the heavens as he rejoices with the stands of Doriana erupting in praise and part relief for a needed win.
