Football clubs have one president, mine had seven. Trustable people, professionals. Parmesan.
Football clubs have one presidents, mine had seven. Partners, guarantors, friends. Parmesan.
Football clubs have one president and now, mine, too. American, stranger. Forestér, like all of us.
I write while I cry, I write wondering about a lost football, that will never come back. I think that I would prefer go on like this, cuddled by my seven presidents, one better than the other, pride of an entire Town and fan base. Those who rebound the Club and brought it form serie D to where it deserves to be. Those who protected, team and town, from ill-intentioned and that waited and waited that the right moment came to deliver their creature into the right hands. And they did it for Love, don’t tel me I’m wrong. They did it for Love.
The same Love that a father needs to bring his daughter to the altar. I can barely imagine how hard it could have been and I damn it.
Damn this football that took away from me the best seven presidents I could ever desire. I had the dream they could last forever but it was not possible.
I would hug them one by one and cry on their shoulders. I would tell them thank you for the work, the passion, the love. Scream it in Curva Nord, together with fellows and friends. Scream all my pride for what we re and what they did , that we have been a Force, together. Scream to who will come after that he is welcome, if he will respect our history and if he will have the patience to understand who and what we are.
It cant be differente for us, that first we tasted what means – as forestér – to be welcomed by Parma Family.
But for tonight, I still damn this football that took away the best seven presidents I could ever desire. I had a dream. And tonight I don’t want to fall asleep because I know that tomorrow it will end.
The (double) second Parma Calcio jersey is out since today and it is a surprising change from the classic 90s looking striped kit that characterized the latest second jerseys in past seasons.
The two second kits are the negative of each other: a yellow one with a dark blue stripe on the chest (with the same texture of the new training line) and a blue one with a yellow stripe, quite classic Boca Juniors looking.
As in latest two years we will have 4 kits then.
As always the only one thing what we hope for is that who will deserve to wear it on the pitch will sweat and honor it.
Manager Roberto D’Aversa published a farewell letter to say goodbye to board, players and Parma fan base.
Thank you, Bob, and all the best for your next steps.
after four years of success, fights, victories, smiles and goals achieved, it is time to say goodbye. We lived a magnificent experience together, we tasted the challenge, thanks to everybody’s work and sacrifice we reached unbelievable results. Thanks to the support of a property made by men, Parma fans, unite and passionate: like a Family is. And I’ve been part of this family too, together with them I grew up as a man and as a manager: Parma trusted in me and let me work serenely, together with good people. I have to say thank you to Pizzarotti Family, Guido Barilla, Marco Ferrari, Giacomo Malmesi, Gian Paolo Dallara, Angelo Gandolfi and Mauro Del Rio. We we together into history, with them the fan base can be confident.
A special thanks to my players, all I trained during this venture. As I use to say: players are the one that step the pitch, if we won they deserved it. It has been a pleasure to share this adventure with them, every one of them gave me something. I am a very demanding manager, I pretend a lot from me and from who works with me so I have to thanks all the club members: warehouse workers, fundamental, secretaries, press office, medical staff, boards, CEO Luca Cara, Chief Operating Officer Stefano Perrone and all the employers. I fought together with Daniele Faggiano, a great football expert, always ready, as a sport director, for good words at the right time.
Me and my staff – precious for me – reached great results thanks to the help of everyone: Alessio Cracolici has been a fundamental man, always there as a Team Manager. My greetings also goes to the legend of this team that I have been lucky to know both as a player and as a Club Manager: Alessandro Lucarelli was an example.
It is impossible to forget Parma’s wonderful supporters , to whom goes my huge embrace. Their passion always warmed up us, even when things wasn’t so easy. Their support never lacked. To who applauded, supported, whistled, criticized, especially to them, I say thank you. Without their push, we won’t go so far.
Thanks to all the Parma Family members (fans, board, players) that supported us into this run to the conquer of Football Content Award as “Best Club Content Creator – International”
As we use to repeat Parma is a small town but a big Family. We demonstrated it once again whatever the poll result will be.
See you in Tardini, lads, or in Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, WhatsApp, Telegram, Messenger, pubs, cafes, restaurants, streets… wherever we had chance to meet and share time together in these last year.
There is time to vote until tonight at 11 pm CEST but this video, realized asking you at the last minute a contribution, is already a victory for us and a big demonstration.
We are really proud of this result – whatever the poll will decide – and we invite you to support our nomination with your vote. You can vote until 18th June midnight in 4 different ways and all the votes will be counted:
1 – HERE by using the widget in the side bar (or at the bottom of the page in mobile devices)
Live Onlus, a charity no profit organization that is mainly supported with the sale of match worn football items, just put on sale some very interesting Parma Calcio match worn or issued items thanks to the donations of some collectors.
There is a guy, in India, that started a very very interesting and unique podcast focused on supporters that follow far away teams. His name is Shaun and we can assure you he has a genuine interest towards your stories and the right awareness to understand and tell them.
We invite you all to download, subscribe, rate, follow Far Away Fan Podcast. It will be an impulse for him to not give up and maybe his work will be inspirational for others.
In ancient times, to explain difficult concepts related with life, death, behavior, morals, love, hate, they used short tales.
Jesus did that, the best storyteller of all times, great Greek philosophers, Gandhi and so did Omar Sivori.
Then, one day, English invented football and the world changed, for better or worse.
Empire economic and political colonies started dribbling, shooting, make goal… rete… gol. Football started being inflected as calcio, futbòl, soccer… but also jogo bonito, catenaccio, tiki taka. Every community express their own phobia and love of life with football, Basilian creativity and irreverence, German order and discipline, Uruguayan garra charrua, Argentinian all and nothing, the spirit of football essence of Maradona’s Argentina, the sigle person that marks the difference for better or worse. Italian teamwork, because when we play as a team, we always win.
They say when you cannot face a problem, the Universe disclose it to you in the most different ways, we are in this aspect to learn. Football is one of those indirect messages sent to us to understand the World, assumed you are tuned on the right frequencies.
Every match is a life example, you just have to figure yourself with the jersey of one team on. AC Milan’s Istanbul final teach us not ever take for granted what you got. Inter Milan 5th of May that, even if you have Ronaldo and one point more than the opponent, in the world things not always go as you wished. Juventus Perugia game, teach you that evil not always win and that some messages comes from above, heavy rain and disasters sometimes for something good. My Velez Sarsfiels that an absurd goleador goalkeeper in the person of Jose Luis Chilavert and a unite laboring team conquer Libertadores in Brazil and win over Milan, the battleship, in Tokyo. Maradona that scores two goals to English right after Malvinas’ war.
Every piece of play has a meaning.
A goal from the middle of the field is a daring, epic result. Bicycle kick is elegance and ambition. In some latitudes they call it “chilean” because the first or the most famous player making this kick came form the pepper-shaped country. […]
Today’s parable is the match that was played for 16th round of Italian league, day 9th of January 2000.
Parma plays a bad match against what it is an invincible team with Zidane at his best (how the hell was he good?!) and with referee Farina that blows the whistle every time in favour of the Vecchia Signora and not even the worst guadañazo for Parma. Juventus dominates in the midfield but can’t finalize, first because Pippo Inzaghi is not in his best day, second because there was a certain Fabio Cannavaro there. But at 59th minute Torrisi makes a faul to Del Piero and is sent off. Penalty kick. Del Piero scores.
Dino Baggio loose his head, is sent off and makes that money hand-gesture that costed him also the national team. In the meantime got in Burrito Ortega, that with River Plate played until late, getting in drunk in the first half and getting drunk the defenders in the second, and also Walem.
It is 92nd minute, Parma plays in 9 against 11, fields is a swamp, bianconeri are everywhere. It’s damn cold and the non-stop rain filters until fans and players bones. Supporters breath contract so much that seems fog, or many little smudge pots.
To believe is to create, if you believe enough it becomes real. The observer modifies matter and reality.
And so, when everything seemed to end, a light is lighten up by who you would never expect, Walem… Who the hell is Walem? He make a wonderful pass on the left to Crespo, that enter the box, hypnotizes three Juve defenders and scores with a shot with the left foot, that is not his main.
And the whole stadium falls down. Crespo run to the corner and starts a celebration no one of us will never forget.
Uncontrollable joy. In Curva Nord happens what Argentinian call avalancha, avalanche.
It is a jubilation, embraces, raised arms, liberating screams.
He is the hero, but also all the others players on the pitch, sent off Torrisi and Dino Baggio and the fans that constantly supported the team.
Hernan Jorge Crespo, Hernan /Ernani like Verdi’s opera bandit, Jorge like Saint George, that defeated the Drake.
That big guy that in his first days in Parma didn’t shine, even being reclutant with the yellow and blue shirt, too similar to the Boca Juniors one, he that wasa a Gallina (River Plate son) in the heart. He that, in River, stand hours in the training center to try bicycle kicks, backheel, rabonas with el principito Francescoli.
The legend says that a River Plate fan sent him a training jersey to put under the millionarios Parma one and that from then he started scoring gol, so it is spelled in Argentina, and to let a little capitol city fall in love with him and his feet.
In this moment, we all are that Parma that fight against a ruthless rival and apparently invincible, we are outnumbered and without resources, we have no more defence, even if we are in disadvantage, even if everything seems to be against us.
We are those that never give up, that fight till the end, that believe and try every possible chance. We are Dino Baggio that makes the money hand-gesture and charge with the System.
We don’t have to expose but keep the position.
Keep united, don’t faul, don’t get in contact, let restart and change the result against statistics, against forecasts. Let do our part staying at home, then our Walem (doctors) and Crespo (nurses) will score.