The other day a man was waiting for the train at Termini (Rome) when a teen not yet past puberty with a non-recognizable accent approached him crying and pleading:
Please sir, I have lost my brothers..I was just with them..we were making our way to the football game when suddenly they disappeared on me. The man assured the boy he would bring him to the closest police station and see to it that his parents were notified. The boy replied 'you don't understand, I was in charge..they are my younger brothers'.
After hours and hours of searching the man asked 'what are your brothers name..maybe they are hiding somewhere. We can shout their name..they may just be scared and come out.' Well the boy replied the youngest one is 'Centrocampo' and the other is ...
WHAT THE FUCK? Replied the man...do they even exist???
The boy replied 'YES! You want evidence ...look?!'
The boy tore out a sheet of paper with a screen shot of Juventuz.com and a post from Centrocampo introducing himself as a young 'Juve fan from Belgium'.
The man beat the boy senseless...
I was that Man...Seven was that boy...
I will never forget that day and he shall never forget that asswhipping
Grazie

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