Men who battle for one another, and who feel quite at home in the various cages that comprise the settori ospiti of Italian soccer stadiums, don’t often make their greatest impressions with warmth, generosity, and humor; Giorgetto Romano might have been a big, bad son-of-a-bitch, but I’ll always remember how gracious and hilarious he was. An immense Ultra, as full of Romanità as anyone could be, and an ally to anyone in giallorosso … To die at this moment, in the midst of Curva Sud Roma’s greatest crisis – as a shining example of how joyful must be our fight … perhaps tomorrow the tragic poem will be easier to bear.
Ultras in lutto … questa è la Roma!!!
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