BORO fans in rampage? Did I miss something?
Having come in from a pleasant but low key evening out and about in Rome I touched base with Boro fanzine Fly Me To The Moon to find that Rome is a warzone. Stabbings? Petrol bombs? Yerjokingarnyer?
This evening I have walked about ten kilometres around Rome. I've done the Stadio Olimpico, the Spanish Steps, Piazza del Populo, Villa Borghese and all the little side streets in between and I havent seen the slightest hint of trouble. And I've been looking for it.
One of the instructions given to me - along with get every receipt - was look out for the Frontline offering out the Ultras and the Carbiniera. Good story. Fortuneately not a a thing.
We saw a few isolated groups of Boro fans and two sat slumped on a bench ratted and insensible but no big gatherings of the sort that have marked every other away day. There are too many squares with fountains in Rome. There is nowhere to congregate.
And wandering around there was no sign of trouble. No jumpy cops. No gangs of lads running through the streets. No screamin sirens. No air of tension. Nothing. All quiet.
I even asked the taxi driver, a perfectly pleasant street sharp Roma fan (all the taxi drivers have been Roma fans) and he said he had heard nothing about trouble and didn't expect to.
Now, he might be wrong. And I might be wrong. But I hope the jumpy kneejerk posters on Fly Me To The Moon are wrong.
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