Farewell to the "Delle Alpi" Delusions 
The lawn is gone, is a thicket of brambles and debris. Even the curve is no longer: Instead of steps, towards the top of the third ring climbs a hill of dirt. And rocks, spikes, turf chewed by giant teeth. We got all the awfulness of demolition, death Delle Alpi stadium, which might be worth looking at closing their eyes and imagining that the plant will be. Why, if it is held open, as if a tornado had just shot down in the living room vostra.La opening night in the spring of 1990 there was a lot of that traffic from going mad. Mixed Juve / Toro against Porto. The world in one step, and the city prides itself on a bowl for football grand finally. And it happened to be things in here, until the bulldozers yesterday: call to cut concrete, but also errors. Because if a city gets rid of such a Cyclops even after twenty years, it means that someone made a mistake. And that also have been demolished lots and lots of money. Sixty billion lire for precisione.È a beautiful sunny afternoon, you would not think even a funeral and instead a little 'is. The ship is in pieces: the seat via the forum, even though they knew at the time the ultras do best, which is worse. Via Del Piero's wort and Zidane, but also to ToroAjax, former UEFA Cup final. One evening, here, seems to be in the circus five years ago, Juventus v Real Madrid, many of that phenomena in the field that looked like a game of Fantasy Football. Semi-finals of the Champions League, Juventus stravinsero then were defeated by AC Milan on penalties in the final Manchester.Oppure that other time: a Feast for the Scudetto Juve Vialli and Ravanelli, when the fans down the camp's almost like yesterday. It will remain indelible for those who were there, the scene of Juve fan that came with a side sottobraccio.Adesso silence is not interrupted by roars of cheering, but the hammer blows. Noise tracks, isolated voices of workers and technicians. The gravediggers, or maybe the midwives. Here you die, you are born here: the new system of Juve, what will be called by the name of a sponsor, will not have the runway to the players walked away from the public, will be smaller (less than 20,000 spectators) and more compact, will have shops and a playground. Instead, the ship had a lot of empty space when you walked in the belly, the steps resounded loud and not to walk seemed endless. Big rooms, corridors, staircases, a maze, a perfect place for those terrible dreams where you run away and not waste esce.Quanto, though. This pile of useless things while he paid someone. It returns the memory to the "magical nights" of Italy in 1990, to all the ruins that were later abandoned in remote corners of the city, such as "media centers" that were like huge balloons and all who have fallen into disuse soon or later. That colossal wasted opportunity, the cascade of public and private money from the Event swallowed yet, even after we vent'a nni's oldest stadiums in Europe, uncomfortable, dangerous. We have fun with BrasileArgentina, and then Juve won here a lot 'of things, but always feeling a guest in another's house, inside the stadium is too big, too cold (in every sense: environmental and climate, because the winter died of cold currents were everywhere) and too empty. Because the Delle Alpi was also undermined by the crisis in football, a TV model increasingly intrusive (but also more convenient, economical and safe) and the grandeur of no real use. Turin is not Milan, and a full house there was very few times the last to have succeeded, but not Del Piero Vasco Rossi.Adesso you feel strange, ambiguous feelings in front of these tons of nothing but it was something. In front of these ruins, the innards of a piece of Turin that was supposed to redeem a tough neighborhood without ever succeeding. The same speech repeated by authorities at the Lingotto, when Juventus has unveiled its new plant: an opportunity for Valette, not only super prison and slaughterhouse but a sport place to live seven days a week. Pure utopia does not happen even in England, where the stages are a bit modello.Crolla 'history of Turin, which will be crushed by that. Poor old and not even in the Alps would have been better not having ever built, with the athletics track that was used only once, for the Grand Prix. Once only since 1990 yesterday. Together with your body, your bones and your flesh cement, falls that ridiculous name more suitable for a pension in Val di Lanzo. I wonder if in the Alps will be worse the next. It depends on the sponsor wishes.
The lawn is gone, is a thicket of brambles and debris. Even the curve is no longer: Instead of steps, towards the top of the third ring climbs a hill of dirt. And rocks, spikes, turf chewed by giant teeth. We got all the awfulness of demolition, death Delle Alpi stadium, which might be worth looking at closing their eyes and imagining that the plant will be. Why, if it is held open, as if a tornado had just shot down in the living room vostra.La opening night in the spring of 1990 there was a lot of that traffic from going mad. Mixed Juve / Toro against Porto. The world in one step, and the city prides itself on a bowl for football grand finally. And it happened to be things in here, until the bulldozers yesterday: call to cut concrete, but also errors. Because if a city gets rid of such a Cyclops even after twenty years, it means that someone made a mistake. And that also have been demolished lots and lots of money. Sixty billion lire for precisione.È a beautiful sunny afternoon, you would not think even a funeral and instead a little 'is. The ship is in pieces: the seat via the forum, even though they knew at the time the ultras do best, which is worse. Via Del Piero's wort and Zidane, but also to ToroAjax, former UEFA Cup final. One evening, here, seems to be in the circus five years ago, Juventus v Real Madrid, many of that phenomena in the field that looked like a game of Fantasy Football. Semi-finals of the Champions League, Juventus stravinsero then were defeated by AC Milan on penalties in the final Manchester.Oppure that other time: a Feast for the Scudetto Juve Vialli and Ravanelli, when the fans down the camp's almost like yesterday. It will remain indelible for those who were there, the scene of Juve fan that came with a side sottobraccio.Adesso silence is not interrupted by roars of cheering, but the hammer blows. Noise tracks, isolated voices of workers and technicians. The gravediggers, or maybe the midwives. Here you die, you are born here: the new system of Juve, what will be called by the name of a sponsor, will not have the runway to the players walked away from the public, will be smaller (less than 20,000 spectators) and more compact, will have shops and a playground. Instead, the ship had a lot of empty space when you walked in the belly, the steps resounded loud and not to walk seemed endless. Big rooms, corridors, staircases, a maze, a perfect place for those terrible dreams where you run away and not waste esce.Quanto, though. This pile of useless things while he paid someone. It returns the memory to the "magical nights" of Italy in 1990, to all the ruins that were later abandoned in remote corners of the city, such as "media centers" that were like huge balloons and all who have fallen into disuse soon or later. That colossal wasted opportunity, the cascade of public and private money from the Event swallowed yet, even after we vent'a nni's oldest stadiums in Europe, uncomfortable, dangerous. We have fun with BrasileArgentina, and then Juve won here a lot 'of things, but always feeling a guest in another's house, inside the stadium is too big, too cold (in every sense: environmental and climate, because the winter died of cold currents were everywhere) and too empty. Because the Delle Alpi was also undermined by the crisis in football, a TV model increasingly intrusive (but also more convenient, economical and safe) and the grandeur of no real use. Turin is not Milan, and a full house there was very few times the last to have succeeded, but not Del Piero Vasco Rossi.Adesso you feel strange, ambiguous feelings in front of these tons of nothing but it was something. In front of these ruins, the innards of a piece of Turin that was supposed to redeem a tough neighborhood without ever succeeding. The same speech repeated by authorities at the Lingotto, when Juventus has unveiled its new plant: an opportunity for Valette, not only super prison and slaughterhouse but a sport place to live seven days a week. Pure utopia does not happen even in England, where the stages are a bit modello.Crolla 'history of Turin, which will be crushed by that. Poor old and not even in the Alps would have been better not having ever built, with the athletics track that was used only once, for the Grand Prix. Once only since 1990 yesterday. Together with your body, your bones and your flesh cement, falls that ridiculous name more suitable for a pension in Val di Lanzo. I wonder if in the Alps will be worse the next. It depends on the sponsor wishes. 
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