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www.tuttonapoli.nethttp://www.tuttonapoli.net/?action=read&idnotizia=50172Sorry for English, I've used google translatorThey smile, they do not understand a word, they look a bit 'worried because they told him that we must be careful here. But for most of the English away in Naples, the impact to the city is not as if waiting for: find faces serene and fraternal attitude. They find themselves in the midst of the tourist streets and try to hide their identity, however, are recognized immediately. The smiles that are more intense cross of profanity coming from afar. The attack on Wednesday night has turned the trip into the city of the sun and heat, in a difficult day. The voice of the stabbings spread has run in a flash.
Everyone here knows that land. And fear. The girls shake the forearm of boyfriends and you do not ever relax. Even during a morning stroll along the seafront in the hot summer looks. The Naples of the decent people ashamed of what happened in the night: Caracciolo Street around noon, a man and a woman approaching middle age kids smiling with Liverpool scarves. The scene is singular: the British see those people get sent to them and hang astonished, gentlemen, for fear of being mistaken for criminals is exaggerated and Tugging in regards to 'welcome' screamed so loud that they also hear the children in city park. It ends with handshakes and photo with the Castel dell 'Ovo in the background.
Half hour later in Garibaldi Square seems that something is going to worry about. There is a crowd of people watching, the police cars that pass, slow to understand. Fortunately in this case there is nothing dramatic to understand. It's just another meeting of friendship that has developed by accident leaving the station: this time there are no girls, they are all males, both the British that the Italians have scary faces and tattooed arms, yet they seem old friends encountered. Other than hooligans. The beautiful face meeting between supporters clouded when they get the signals of the voltage.
At two in the afternoon, the group that is located in Garibaldi square learns that some British have rained stones and rotten fruit in a downtown street. They gather, they are worried, they decided to aim towards the point of concentration which is fixed to Beverello where there should be buses that will bring the fans is to me. By rail to the port we arrive on foot, on a long walk during which almost all are amazed by the paralysis of traffic that's in the city: "It's always like this from you?" Asked the boldest of the group. They do not know the words to the controversy arising from the mayor of Naples and is not interested in commenting. Accepted the resignation with "no" when asked shopkeepers to buy beer. But when they arrive at the party Beverello and someone discovers that there is drunk. Forty boys and girls, forty cans of beer. No one seems drunk, but now there's brigade to hold to account for what is happening. In Naples, on the day of the match with Liverpool do not drink, so England fans reluctantly separate from cans. The fighters say they need to confiscate. Buses depart for the stadium. There is air patrol, the police are in tension. The bus will not be touched by chaos, which occurs when the police went to disperse the Neapolitan attempting to assault.
The organization has not been the same for everyone. They come in ones and twos and sometimes fail to understand where to go. It happens, so that an hour before the match a group of 10 Liverpool fans can be found, lost, at the entrance of the "curva B" (stand of Napoli Ultras). They spent the filter to separate the fans because they all wear the blue shirt of Napoli who bought from a stall along the road. All they had mistaken for Naples, until you open their mouths to ask for information.
The "curva B," at least that part which was in line to pass the gates, he hath been turned around and tried to explain the way to the forum guests. Until someone decided to shorten time and explanations he called the police to please come and explain to you where to go, even accompany them, otherwise who knows what hands they end
