In the South Curve

Stefano El Shaarawy is terrible. I already knew that because we played together on my AS Roma team. We trained a lot but he always messed up his passes and that's why I never scored! I told him that a thousand times! Pass it right! Nothing! The coaches on the Italy team figured out he was terrible too, because when I went to the Olimpico stadium on Saturday night, they didn't even let him play. He sat on the bench. They did the right thing. He passes the ball really badly and I already knew that. I noticed it. I saw Italy play against Greece. We won 2 to 0. There! But I didn't even see the goals because they scored them in the far goal, on the other side of the field. Really far away. I only yelled because everyone else was yelling but I didn't understand anything! At the stadium it's not like on television where they show you the goal again. I don't even know who scored. They had weird names. The jerseys were all ugly. Only the Italy goalkeeper's was pretty because it was really red. I got bored watching the game. I had fun singing and yelling. I asked Dad if I could say bad words to the Greece fans who were right next to us with their white and blue flags. Dad said no. Then I asked him again just to be sure. I really wanted to say bad words! Even though I didn't know those Greece people. I listened to Dad and didn't say anything. But in the whole south curve I was the only one who didn't say bad words. Everyone else said them and yelled too. They sang them. The thing I liked most was singing the Italian national anthem. I know it by heart. With my White Hands Choir from Testaccio I learned all the hand signs too. I also really liked eating the sandwich, drinking water, and going to the bathroom. I always like going to the bathroom when I go somewhere—to the pizzeria, to somebody's house. Bathrooms are always nice. But the stadium bathroom was very dirty. I almost didn't want to go in. I want to go back to the stadium soon to see Roma or Italy. I have so much fun, better than on television. I watch games on television with my grandma on channel 58. They show a lot of volleyball and basketball. But my grandma is ninety-one and she's blind. She doesn't understand anything about soccer. She asks me questions. I explain everything. As long as Stefano El Shaarawy doesn't play.