From: 8/2/81
For my great love…
By RED DUCKLING
I go back in time to my teenage years, when I went down with friends to Karaiskaki and later I went up to OAKA…
For my great love…
I remember several times that friends did not have the appetite to go to the stadium, but I always had and went with… myself παρέ
For my great love…
I never got involved in riots, I never intended to mess with the fans of other teams. I only went to the stadium to sing…
For my great love…
The years have passed…
The carefree teenage and youth years are over…
The mind (theoretically) coagulated and matured…
You review things and situations that you believed as a child, you put other priorities in your life, you see what is happening around you from a different perspective…
However, no matter how many years have passed, every time I prepare to go to the stadium, I feel so strongly that feeling that overwhelmed me in my teenage years…
That anticipation for the time to pass to be on the field to see my great love…
That is why the tragedy of Gate 7 SHOCKS me. And let me not have lived it as that day I was a few days… And let 31 years have passed since then…
Why do I put myself in these guys…
I went down to the stadium to shout for my great love…
I did not go to make a fuss, I did not want to get involved in episodes…
I went to the stadium to see my great love…
And my great love compensated me with an amazing appearance… Triumph! 6-0 against AEK…
And all I wanted was to run at the end of the race to celebrate…
To deify my great love…
And my mother's phone rang…
"Your child is dead"…