Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports. Show all posts
25 February 2014

Mizoram shock Kerala 3-1 in Santosh Trophy

SILIGURI: Mizoram stunned five-time champions Kerala 3-1 while Maharashtra beat Uttarakhand 3-2 on the opening day of the Santosh Trophy football tournament final round at the Kanchenjunga Stadium on Monday.

Lalzofolai, Zico and Ronald scored for Mizoram in the Group A match which was locked goal-less at half-time. Nasaruddin pulled one back for Kerala, who were also the runners-up in the last edition.

In another Group A fixture, Maharashtra got the better of Uttarakhand in a tightly-contested match.

Allan Dias (37th minute), Mohammed Shabaz (43rd) and Santosh Koli (88th) scored for Maharashtra.

For Uttarakhand, Ashok Singh (19th) and Sher Singh (68th) found the target.

Ten teams have been divided into two groups of the five with the top two sides from each group advancing to the Semifinals.

Group A has defending champions Services, last year's runners-up Kerala, Maharashtra, Mizoram and Uttarakhand. Group B consists of 31-time champions West Bengal, Punjab, Railways, Goa and Tamil Nadu.

The final is slated to take place on March 9 at the same venue.
03 December 2013

India's Athlete Factory

By Salil Bera

Manipur is riddled with ethnic conflicts, insurgency and AIDS, but the people find hope in sports

WARRIOR PRINCESSES: Girls at an archery class in Imphal.
WARRIOR PRINCESSES: Girls at an archery class in Imphal.
PACKING A PUNCH: Mary Kom trains boxing enthusiasts for free at her open air academy at Langol games village. The 3.3 acre was alloted to her by the state government after she won a bronze medal at the 2012 Olympics.
PACKING A PUNCH: Mary Kom trains boxing enthusiasts for free at her open air academy at Langol games village. The 3.3 acre was alloted to her by the state government after she won a bronze medal at the 2012 Olympics.
BEND IT LIKE US: Youngsters warm up for a Judo session at the Imphal SAI complex.
BEND IT LIKE US: Youngsters warm up for a Judo session at the Imphal SAI complex.
FIRE IN HIS BELLY: An athlete shows his weight-lifting skills in Imphal.
FIRE IN HIS BELLY: An athlete shows his weight-lifting skills in Imphal.
Women exercise at the SAI complex in Imphal before heading to a boxing ring.

 GOING FOR THE KILL: A boy practices fencing at the SAI complex.
In 1892, the poet Rabindranath Tagore saw the kingdom of Manipur in a fresh light when he made its warrior princess, Chitrangada, the protagonist of a dance drama. A brave protector of her people, Chitrangada was a champion archer like her husband, Arjuna of the Mahabharat.

Shots of different kinds—drugs and bullets—have troubled the state of Manipur, where a violent separatist movement has been raging since 1964. Human rights violations by the paramilitary forces have forced Manipuri women to march in protest, stark naked. And yet, the state has produced 50 champion boxers. The most famous of them, Mary Kom, is a five-time world boxing champion. She is the only Indian woman boxer to have won a medal at the Olympics. Several other athletes from Manipur have made India proud.

Dingko Singh won a gold medal at the 1998 Asian Games. Kunjarani Devi, with 52 medals, is one of the most feted Indian sportswomen in weightlifting. The 'Maradona of Hockey', Thoiba Singh, is another international player from Manipur, and Renedy Singh is a well-known professional footballer.

I am on a visit to the various sports camps in Imphal, and the games village at Langol, which is close to the state capital. Mary Kom's boxing academy in Imphal, established in 2006, focuses on talented underprivileged youth who are offered free training, accommodation and food. The other sports academies in Manipur are run by the Sports Authority of India, the National Sports Academy and the state sports department.

Youth from different ethnic groups of Manipur flock to these academies for training. For them, practising a sport is a way of establishing their social identity. Ignoring the politics of violence and repression, they motivate themselves, to carry on with their rigorous training.
“The number of students coming into boxing has certainly increased. They come from different districts of Manipur,” says Ibomcha Singh, the boxing coach who received the Dronacharya award in 2010. “It is not easy. One has to be careful all the time. One ethnic group has been threatening action [against me]. As a safety measure, I desist from using a mobile phone. But the daily training continues without any interruption.”
He is confident of the talent he has seen in the boys and girls. “Some of them will definitely make a mark on the national front,” he says.
Watching girls and boys sparring in the boxing ring, I am overwhelmed by the equality of spirit and gender. A slogan on a wall of the room reads, “No risk. No game.” Somebody had tweaked a popular saying and made it a telling comment on the troubled condition of Manipur.
Sporting facilities in the city are far from ideal. At the SAI complex, one large hall, which has the boxing ring at its centre is also the venue for judo, fencing and weight-lifting.
At the SAI facility is a stadium where hockey coach Inaocha is training a group of young girls. On another part of the complex, the archers are at practice. Coach Sonachand Sharma calls the shots here.
Mary Kom's Olympic medal has given the youth of Manipur the confidence to pursue sports as a decent means of survival. But it is far from a level playing field for aspiring athletes. Ethnic conflicts, militancy, extortion and drug addiction loom large in the lives of Manipuris. Though Manipuris make up less than 0.2 per cent of the country's population, their state has nearly 8 per cent of HIV positive cases in India.
It is a test of resilience for the sporty people of Manipur, where against all odds the quest for excellence continues.

25 November 2013

Annual Tamchon Football Tournament Attracts Many Spectators in Delhi

New Delhi, Nov 25
: The Tamchon Football Tournament, an annual event, is being held in New Delhi.

The ongoing event is attracting a large number of spectators. The 15-day carnival of football and cultural extravaganza was inaugurated on November 16 at Dr. Ambedkar Stadium here.

A total of 16 teams comprising of players from different northeastern states are participating in the tournament to promote peace, friendship and unity among the youth of the country.

The event has been organized under the aegis of Tanghkul Naga Society Delhi with support from various government and private agencies.

"We want to promote understanding, fraternity among the various communities of the northeast India. We would like to provide opportunity to our young talented football players. As far as talent is concerned we are second to none," said Ramnganing Muivah, President, Tanghkul Naga Society Delhi.

During the opening day ceremony, young artists from Tripura performed a harvest dance.

Donny J from Assam enthralled the audience with his melodious voice.

Later, choreography was also performed by Donny, along with his group.

"Platform like this is a good encouragement for talented dancer, artists, singer and players. So all together it's a wonderful platform," said Donny J, Assam

"It's a good platform to showcase our rich folk dance. I am happy that different people get to see our cultural dance and also it's good to meet different people from Northeast. I feel very good to perform here," said Mukta, artist, Tripura.

The main attraction on the opening day of the tournament was a match between Zeliangrong Football Club (ZFC) and SSPP (FC). Good skills complimented by intense competition between the teams were witnessed on the ground.

"We are very excited about the tournament. We are the last year champion and even this year we want to win. This time most of our players are new, but at the first game with all this new players we manage to win, so we are excited," said JG Jaojian, Manager, Zeliangrong FC.

"Tamchon Trophy is a big scope for new talented players because many Delhi coaches and Managers are seeing our game and they told me that they need talented players for Delhi league like I-League, Santro Trophy so they told me to make it for Delhi league. So, it's a good opportunity," Gaingamlung, Captain, Zeliangrong FC.

The holding of such events promotes peace and unity among different communities, and also provides a platform to players from the Northeast to showcase their skills.

Lalrindika Ralte stunner helps East Bengal beat Mohun Bagan 1-0 in Kolkata derby

Lalrindika RalteLalrindika Ralte (not in picture) scored a spectacular goal in the 73rd minute for East Bengal (AIFF Media)

India international Lalrindika Ralte scored a spectacular goal in the 73rd minute to give East Bengal a 1-0 win over arch-rivals Mohun Bagan in a high-voltage round 10 clash of the Airtel I-League. The season's first big Kolkata derby -- and 306th clash between the two sides overall -- was witnessed by a crowd of more than 80,000 in an electrifying atmosphere at the Salt Lake Stadium but produced very few goal scoring chances.

East Bengal had more ball possession but struggled to break down a well ogranised Mohun Bagan backline before Lalrindika fired in a left-footed scorcher from 30 yards to give Armando Colaco a winning start as coach of the Red-and-Gold outfit.

The result ended Mohun Bagan's four-match unbeaten run and saw East Bengal overtake their arch-rivals. Both sides have 10 points each but Armando Colaco's side have a superior goal difference and played three games less.

The first real chance of the match fell to Mohun Bagan as skipper Odafa Okolie, who was playing in a deeper role, sent Eric Muranda clear with a lovely through pass but the Kenyan's effort was saved by Abhijit Mondal and Katsumi Yusa's shot from the rebound was blocked by Arnab Mondal.

East Bengal's best opportunity of the opening half came just a few minutes before the interval when Lalrindika's through ball sent Ryuji Sueoka past the Mohun Bagan defence but goalkeeper Shilton Paul came out on time to collect the ball at the Japanese player's feet.

It was almost the same pattern in the second half as East Bengal had plenty of possession but did not really trouble the Mohun Bagan defence.

At the other end, Odafa had a golden opportunity to put his side in front but the Mohun Bagan captain's header from a Pritam Kotal cross went straight at Abhijit Mondal even though he was unmarked.

Both coaches made a substitution each to change as young Ram Malik replaced CS Sabeeth for Mohun Bagan while Colaco brought James Moga in place of Cavin Lobo.

Late in the second half, East Bengal midfield general and skipper Mehtab Hossain came off the field with an injury but just minutes later Lalrindika broke the deadlock with a trademark left-footed effort from 30 yards much to delight of the thousands of East Bengal fans.

Mohun Bagan coach Karim Bencherifa brought in youngsters Sankar Oran and Manish Bhargav in search of the equaliser but it was East Bengal who could have doubled their advantage had Sueoka or Chidi Edeh been a bit more clinical.
10 November 2013

Bollywood Still Averse To Casting Faces From Northeast: Mary Kom

NEW DELHI: Boxing icon MC Mary Kom considers the northeast "one region". She now aims to bring home a bigger accolade than her Olympic medal, but also wishes to mentor young talent from the region who can carry forward her legacy. At the North East Festival 2013 on Saturday, she poured her heart out.

She said she misses watching Bollywood movies in Manipur because of the ban on screening of Hindi films, and fears that people back home may not be able to watch her biopic which is set to release. Kom and three other sporting and cultural icons from the northeast shared their journeys of making it big and their hopes and concerns for the region at the festival.

"As a child I had no one to guide me. I used to go to Imphal from my village where I was introduced to women's boxing. I did not tell my family what I was up to because if they had stopped me from boxing, my morale would have really gone down," she says. Her friends discouraged her because boxing is "not a woman's game". "If a man can fight, why can't a woman? I have proved myself," she said.

Pradyot Bikram Manikya Deb Barma, the maharaja of erstwhile kingdom of Tripura and member of Tripura Congress Committee, spoke about his journey as an entrepreneur: "When we started our heritage hotel in 2002, people asked us who is going to come to the northeast. We have proved them wrong by running it extremely successfully." Deb Barma also said that despite being a member of Congress, his personal thoughts on AFSPA are separate from his party's.

"I am against AFSPA. We need some moderate voices from the northeast to come to the fore. Our story is not only about failures and pain but about so many other positive things," he added.

Larsing Ming Sawyan, vice president of All-India Football Federation shared his experience of creating a football team that represents the entire northeast region. "Through the 60s, 70s and 80s we did not see much of northeast in national football. We began scouting for young talent in different parts of the eight states and formed a team that qualified for I League. We realized we didn't know much about each other in northeast. There is a need to create an identity that is pan-northeastern," he said.

Actor Adil Hussain, who belongs to Goalpara in Assam, impressed everyone off-screen too. Reacting to a question on why there have been fewer faces from northeast in Bollywood after Danny Denzongpa, he said, "It (Bollywood) is an industry. They don't cast faces from the northeast because it will not sell. I am probably here because I have some Aryan features."
10 October 2013

IIM Shillong Golf Cup Season 6 Ends On A High Note

The event also hosted the presence of top government officials including A.L. Hek, Minister of IT and Health and Family Welfare, Government of Meghalaya and Ashok Thakur, Secretary of Higher Education, Ministry of Human Resource Development.The event also hosted the presence of top government officials including A.L. Hek, Minister of IT and Health and Family Welfare, Government of Meghalaya and Ashok Thakur, Secretary of Higher Education, Ministry of Human Resource Development.

Shillong, Oct 10 : The flagship event of IIM Shillong - Golf Cup Season 6 ended on a high note on the evening of Sunday, October 6th, 2013. The event was organized by IIM Shillong in association with Meghalaya Tourism. The two day event comprised of the Corporate Golf Tournament and IIM Shillong's Annual Management Fest 'Khlur-Thma' which consisted of inter college competitions in different management domains. The Chief Guest for the award ceremony was Dr Mukul Sangma, Chief Minister, Government of Meghalaya.

The Golf Cup saw participation from more than 100 golf enthusiasts, including more than 40 corporate participants from corporations like DBS Bank, Deutsche Bank, Yen Capitals, and Hindustan UnileverBSE 0.49 % among others.

The event also hosted the presence of top government officials including A.L. Hek, Minister of IT and Health and Family Welfare, Government of Meghalaya and Ashok Thakur, Secretary of Higher Education, Ministry of Human Resource Development.

Khlur-thma, the annual management fest of IIM Shillong, commenced on the first day of the IIM Shillong Golf Cup Season 6. This time Khlur-Thma was fortified with a series of events. There were four on-campus events namely, Professional Golf -The India Story, VainQueur, Touchstone, and Vishleshan. In addition to it there were two video conferencing events named, Shrinkhala, De-Crypt and online events DecipHR, Samuchit, Envisage and Adriane's thread respectively each representing different management domains.

A business summit was also organized which comprised of two conclaves: the Finance Conclave and the North East Conclave. The topic for the Finance Conclave was 'Financial Markets: Issues, Developments and Regulatory Aspects' while the topic for the North East Conclave was 'Balanced development of North East: Issues and Reforms'. The panels gave insights into the root of the problems and suggested solutions for the same.

The game of golf was played in the following categories: 0-10 handicap, 11-18 handicap, 19-24 handicap, longest drive, straightest drive, closest to the pin and women's category. Michael Hek won the prize in the 0-10 handicap category. Amit Shukla Baidya bagged the prize in the 11-18 handicap category. The winner for 19-24 handicap category was R. K. Thakur, IG BSF (retired). The women's category award was won by Suzie Syiene.

Winners of the on-campus case study presentations in Khlur-Thma, were also felicitated during the closing ceremony. Vishleshan, the finance case study competition sponsored by NTPCBSE 0.76 %, was won by the team from ISB, Hyderabad followed by team from IIM Shillong. Winners of VainQueur, the consulting case study competition sponsored by ONGC, was won by the team from IIM Shillong and runners up were from MDI Gurgaon. Touchstone, the marketing case study competition sponsored by Shillong Lajong Football Club, was won by the team from IIM Shillong followed by the team from SIBM, Bangalore.
03 October 2013

Lalrindika Resurfaces

By Mihir Vasavda

Baichung Bhutia once described Lalrindika Ralte as a 'prodigy' with 'skills that can't be taught'.

Two years back, the then national coach Armando Colaco preferred him over the likes of Steven Dias, Clifford Miranda and Anthony Pereira in the senior squad.

In Ralte, or Dika India had found a new star. Unfortunately Dika failed to live up to the hype. His quick climb was followed a sudden drop. Dika just disappeared. On Tuesday, as East Bengal played Kuwait SC in the AFC Cup semifinals, he resurfaced.

It was refreshing to see him leading a fairly experienced East Bengal side from the front. So where had Dika disappeared? While at a crossroads early in his career, the youngster took a wrong turn and thus got lost.

He first made a big-money move from Arrows, where he first got noticed, to Churchill Brothers. Subsequently, he went on to sign another lucrative contract with East Bengal, rumoured to be in the range of Rs 75 lakh.

Regulars on the circuit say that this proved to be his undoing. They still say, Dika swapped the all-important playing time on the field for a hefty paycheque.

After joining the star-studded big teams, the youngster became a regular on the bench. Out of sight resulted in him going out of mind. Dika was soon out of the national team reckoning too.

Dika's situation isn't unique. The current state of Indian football is such that there are many other young players like him, showered with money, praise and promise but denied the chance to play.

Think of defender Raju Gaikwad, striker Manandeep Singh (both East Bengal), Joaquim Abranches (ex Dempo, now East Bengal) Jewel Raja (ex Mohun Bagan, now Dempo) and Jeje Lalpekhlua (ex Pune, now Dempo).

All these players, including Ralte, were a part of the Indian team at the 2010 Asian Games that entered the pre-quarterfinals.

However, their careers have stagnated instead of taking off from there, being restricted to a substitutes' role after lured by the big clubs who do not mind splashing the cash.
30 September 2013

Mizoram Crowned Junior National Football Champions With 6-1 Thrashing of Assam

Mawihmingthanga (three goals), Vanlalremkima (two) and Vanlabiaa Chhangte (one goal) found the target for Mizoram while Bhahma Jwngbla scored the lone goal for Assam.

Ranchi:  Mizoram pumped in five second half goals to thrash 10-man Assam 6-1 to clinch their maiden Junior Nationals Football Tournament title here on Sunday.

Both the sides were levelled 1-1 at the breather but a mistake by Assam custodian Jikil Basumatary led to his expulsion as the referee red-carded him at the stroke of half-time, turning the game on its head.

Mizoram overawed their opponents by capitalising on their one-man advantage and the second half turned out to be a lop-sided affair as they win their maiden title of the Under-17 tournament and bag the B C Roy Trophy.

Mawihmingthanga (three goals), Vanlalremkima (two) and Vanlabiaa Chhangte (one goal) found the target for Mizoram while Bhahma Jwngbla scored the lone goal for Assam.

Mizoram Premier League - Season 2 Kick-Off Night!

The second edition of 'Mahindra Two Wheelers' Mizoram Premier League was 'kicked off' Friday Night, September, 27 by Lal Thanzara, the President of Mizoram Football Association at the I&PR Auditorium in Aizawl.

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13 September 2013

Sikkim United, Mohammedan Sporting win in Durand Cup

Riding on two goals from Adelaja S, Sikkim United beat Assam Regiment Centre 3-1 after coming from behind in the first encounter at the Ambedkar Stadium.

New Delhi:  A spirited performance from Sikkim United and Mohammedan Sporting Club help them register victories in their respective quarterfinal league round matches of the 126th Durand Cup Football tournament, here on Thursday.

Riding on two goals from Adelaja S, Sikkim United beat Assam Regiment Centre 3-1 after coming from behind in the first encounter at the Ambedkar Stadium.

In the next game, Mohammedan Sporting too came out from an early set back to trounce Army Green 4-2.

S Adelaja (40th and 59th) and MD Lepcha (89th) scored for the Sikkim team after TS Workham Anal (19th) gave lead to the Assam side.

Playing in the Durand Cup for the first time since 2006, star-studded Mohammedan Sporting rode on twin strikes from Tolgay Ozbey (27th and 36th) and a goal each from Collin Abranches (61st) and Penn Irechukww (90th).

For Army Green, Sanaton Singh (5th) and Subrata Sarkar (52nd) found the net.

The winners of the group qualify for the semifinals.
09 September 2013

‘Whatever Mary Kom does, she does perfectly with Complete Concentration’

She is a woman of substance, self made, dedicated to her chosen field, and a winner of glory for her country. Daughter, wife, mother of three, Mary Kom has always yet been her own person, with a dream that grows bigger with every success.

Husband and manager, Ouler Kom talks about his celebrity wife in the new home they are now building in Imphal, Manipur.

Firstpost: How did you meet Mary Kom? Ouler Kom: It was in early 2000s. I was in Delhi, on the instructions of my father who had asked me to sit for some of the UPSC exams, so I could get a chance at a good government job in the Civil Services. I was also studying at the same time, and was the President of student’s unions…both the Manipur Student Union and the NESU. Mary came to Delhi for the National Games, and as she was from my own community, I went as a student leader, with some office bearers to ask if she needed anything and how we could help. I gave her my phone number, and she promised to call if she needed our help.

More of the interview here
05 September 2013

Mizoram FA Launches Official Ball & Theme Song for MPL

The Mizoram Football Association today, September 4 unveiled the official ball and theme song for the Mizoram Premier League - Season II.

The official ball for the MPL II is the Nivia Shining Star 2022 with an MPL logo printed on it. The ball was unveiled by Scott O'Donell, the AIFF Technical Director for Regional Academies, who currently is in the Mizoram capital Aizawl conducting the AFC 'B' License Course.

The theme song was released by Mohammad Basir of the Asian Football Confederation, who is the instructor for the on going AFC 'B' License Course in Aizawl. The song is performed by the leading artist of the state Rosangliana, who is fondly called by his fans as Zorock.

Here is the Link to the: official MPL music video on YouTube!

Speaking on the ocassion Mizoram Football Association president Lal Thanzara declared that the MFA Super Cup will be played on September 30 between Dinthar FC (MPL champions) and Chanmari FC (MFA Cup champions); which will be followed by the opening match of MPL II on September 26.

However, the date of the MFA Super Cup and MPL II start could be delayed if the floodlights at the Lammual stadium is not ready on time though the construction of the Lammual stadium floodlights is on in full swing.

The Honorary secretary of Mizoram FA, Lalnghinglova declared that the Mizoram Football Association has signed an agreement with Nivia to work together for the promotion of football in the state. Nivia will support the running of the MPL by providing footballs, linesman flags, corner flags, referee jerseys, etc; while Nivia will also support the development of football at grassroot level in the state.

29 August 2013

Mary Kom To Take Year Long Break From Boxing

Imphal, Aug 29 : Internationally- acclaimed boxer Mary Kom, while interacting with media on Wednesday said, ” The facilities provided by Madhya Pradesh government to promote boxing are much better in comparison with Manipur.

Otherwise, Manipur would have produced more boxers.” May Kom had won bronze medal in Beijing Olympics.

She denied that she was leaving Manipur because of disturbances and other social reasons. She said that she would shift to Bangalore just for better education for her kids. She said she would like to keep away from boxing for one year because she had to take care of her twin babies.

In reply to volley of questions about sexual assault on female Mumbai photojournalist, boxer Mary Kom said, ” Girls should learn boxing, Judo Karate and other such arts to maintain their physical fitness so that they can defend themselves under such situation instead of surrendering.”

Commenting on dispute between Indian Olympic Association ( IOA) and International Olympic Committee ( IOC), Mary Kom said that she hopes that the dispute would be settled when she returns to boxing field after one year.

International Olympic Committee ( IOC) had slapped a ban on the Indian Olympic Association ( IOA) after dispute cropped up after allegation of ‘ possible manipulation in the elections.’

The move led to subsequent bans on several national sports federations with clouds of uncertainty hanging over the participation of our players in various international competitions.
23 August 2013

Indian Poker Championships going international, heads to Sri Lanka this September

Bally's Casino playing host to India's premiere poker tournament

In the past decade or so, poker has crawled out of the back rooms and has become one of the most watched sports in the world. The evolution of poker into a worldwide phenomenon has led to people from all walks of life trying their hand at the felt. These days, it’s not surprising at all to see both professional poker players and novice college students playing at a table in the World Series of Poker. In fact, a college student named Pius Heinz, once managed to win the 2011 WSOP Main Event and took home over $8.7 million in cash winnings.
The mainstream popularity of the 200-year old card game has been helped along with extensive coverage from major TV networks like ESPN and the sheer reach afforded by the internet to poker bloggers and online news sites.
Nowadays, all you need to do to get your poker fix is to go online. Don't have the money to play for real cash? Play a few hands on Facebook instead. You can even get updates on the go from PartyPoker on Twitter.
Since the game is taking the world by storm, Asia has not been spared by the poker craze. Players from all over India can participate in all of the drama and action at the felt this September when the five-day-long Indian Poker Championships kicks off. The event, which was originally slated for July, will take place at Bally’s Casino, the biggest casino in Sri Lanka’s state capital Colombo.
This year marks the first time the tournament goes international, so the IPC is pulling out all the stops. IPC players can enjoy hotel packages and deals thanks to IPC’s tie-ups with some of the city’s best hotels and spas.
The Indian Poker Championships will start with a 3k Turbo Mega Satellite w/ Re-Entry on September 4th and will culminate in an INR 25,000 Main Event to be held on September 7th and 8th. A 10k Deep stack Turbo w/ Re-Entry game will also take place during the last day of the tournament.
21 August 2013

Best first pitch ever?

South Korean actress is latest to make acrobatic first throw in stunt that left a former Major League pitcher smiling in disbelief

By Jessica Jerreat

Air time: Tae-Mi cartwheels through the air as she makes a first pitch for the Doosan Bears
Air time: Tae-Mi cartwheels through the air as she makes a first pitch for the Doosan Bears
Step up: The actress gets ready for her throw
Step up: The actress gets ready for her throw

Curve ball: Tae-Mi spins through the air at a Seoul stadium
Curve ball: Tae-Mi spins through the air at a Seoul stadium

Twist: The South Korean actress gets ready to land and throw her pitch
Twist: The South Korean actress gets ready to land and throw her pitch

Awe-struck: Former MBL player Chris Seddon reacts to the first pitch
Awe-struck: Former MBL player Chris Seddon reacts to the first pitch

Proud: Tae-Mi looks pleased with herself as she leaves the grounds
Proud: Tae-Mi looks pleased with herself as she leaves the grounds

Mizoram Premier League Heralding A new Era In Mizoram

By Bhargab Sarmah

The popularity of football in India’s northeastern region is well-known.  Over the years, many footballers from this part of the country have gone on to stamp their mark at different top flight clubs. The elevation of Shillong Lajong, and recently Rangdajied United, to I-League, has shown the rising importance of the region in the Indian football map. One of the states, that has greatly contributed to the growth of football in this region in recent times is Mizoram.

Situated at the bottom-most part of northeast India, Mizoram shares its international borders with neighboring countries Bangladesh and Myanmar, and its state borders with Assam, Manipur and Tripura. One of the least populous states of the country, Mizoram’s contribution to Indian football has been highly commendable. Today, Mizo footballers are a regular feature in most of the top clubs of the country. A few players, most notably Jeje Lalpekhlua and Lalrindika Ralte, have even gone on to become important members of the Indian national team in recent times, whereas Mizo clubs like Aizawl FC and Luangmual FC have made their marks in the second division of the I-League.
Covered with countless hills and rivers, Mizoram is a land of immense natural beauty. With literacy and sanitation rates of over 90%, as per the 2011 census report, Mizoram has officially, the second highest urbanization rate in India. One of the fastest growing states in the country, Mizoram’s progress in recent times has been quite incredible. From parts of Aizawl being tragically ripped apart by the Government of India’s relentless airstrikes on the city in 1966, during the height of the MNF armed uprising, Mizoram has indeed come a long way. The demand for the formation of a sovereign state had led to an armed movement in this part of the country during the late 50s. It wasn’t until 1986, when Mizoram was granted statehood, that hostilities between the-then Mizo rebel group, Mizo National Front, and the Government of India, finally came to an end. In the last couple of decades, the state of Mizoram has been able to make significant progress in many areas. One of the positive developments in the state during this time has been the growth of the beautiful game.
The MPL trophy
The MPL trophy
Football has always enjoyed its fair share of popularity in Mizoram. In recent times though, the absence of an established league structure in the state until last year, had somewhat held the game back. It is the young footballers who have had to suffer the most, with many talented kids being forced to move away to play in other parts of the country, while still at a developing stage. With rising exodus of talented players from the state, the need of a new premier football division was felt. The idea of the Mizoram Premier League (MPL) was first developed by the Mizoram Football Association (MFA). The state’s football governing body roped in ZONET Cable TV Pvt. Ltd as its commercial partner last year, to assist in its new venture, after a lucrative deal worth Rs. 1.25 crores was signed between the two parties. With Mahindra 2 wheelers sponsoring the event, the Mizoram Premier League turned out to be a big hit among the fans in its first season. Dinthar FC, who showcased some brilliant football throughout the season, went on to lift the title on the last day of the season, beating local rivals RS Annexe 3-1.
While the football played in the tournament was of top quality, the response MPL received from the local fans in its first season was equally brilliant. P Lalmawizuala, administrator at Mizo sports website, says the craze for MPL did not remain confined to the larger towns and cities. “MPL 1 received a very good response even from the smaller towns and villages of the state. The attendances at all the games were decent, and would have been much higher had these not been scheduled in the afternoon. Zonet Cable did a good job providing live feeds of the games, which really helped in popularizing the league throughout the state,” he reveals. Lalmawizuala believes this new league has been a new beginning for football in the state. “It’s good to see young players of the state showcase their talents in the local league. The hard work put in by the local officials has been quite encouraging too,” he adds. Talking about the large number of young talented footballers in the state, he says “We are thankful to institutions like the Sarba Shiksha Abhiyan Football Academy for sowing the seeds of the newest line of talents from the state. Over the years, these institutions have been putting in a lot of hard work, developing young footballers. Moreover, players like Shylo Malsawmtluanga have influenced many youngsters to take up the sport in recent years.”
The Lammual Stadium
The Lammual Stadium
The second edition of the Mizoram Premier League is set to commence within the next couple of months, with even bigger things being planned for the new season. The Government of Mizoram has commissioned the installation of floodlights at the scenic Lammual Stadium in Aizawl, which will play host to the league games. Most of the clubs have been busy preparing for the new season, with Aizawl FC looking the strongest contenders to challenge defending champions Dinthar FC for the title. With a large bunch of young talented footballers in the different clubs’ ranks, the MPL is set to offer these young boys a platform to make their early marks in Indian football. When it comes to the clubs though, there is still a long way to go for them. The current scenario, however, provides a lot of encouragement to the fans in the state. Lalmawizuala, an avid follower of Dinthar FC, opines, “We are still a few years behind in terms of having an I-League club, but I’m quite sure that with better infrastructure, in the coming years, one of our clubs will make it to the top flight.”

Source: thehardtackle
22 July 2013

On Maternity Leave, Mary Kom Awaits Biopic On Her Life

New Delhi, Jul 22 : Blessed with a third child, five-time world champion and Olympic medallist boxer M C Mary Kom is taking a one-year sabbatical from the ring while eagerly awaiting the release of a much-hyped biopic on her life starring Priyanka Chopra.

“I am taking a break. For the next six months, I won’t be training, after that I will start light training and get back to competitive fitness,” Mary Kom said while talking to PTI from Manipur.

“The entire process will take a year and I can afford that because there is no major international event lined up for the next 12 months at least,” explained the 30-year-old, who is a record five-time world champion.

“It’s the same route that I took the last time I became a mother,” added Mary referring to the twin boys — Rechungvar and Khupneivar — she gave birth to in 2007. The newest member in the family has been named Prince. Interestingly, she had gone on to become a world champion for the fourth time after her previous sabbatical.

The London Olympics bronze-medallist said her detractors might be talking about her hanging up the gloves after achieving almost everything that is there to be achieved, but she still has unfinished business in the ring.
Mary Kom thinks Priyanka Chopra is the right choice to play her on the big screen. Reuters

Mary Kom thinks Priyanka Chopra is the right choice to play her on the big screen. Reuters

“I could not get a gold in the Olympics. If the 48kg division is added for the 2016 Rio Olympics, then I would definitely give it a shot,” she said. “People do talk about what is the motivation to continue after achieving so much but they cannot understand that this is what I love the most and will do it till the time my body allows,” she added.

Away from the ring, she is all excited about the biopic being made on her life which has National award winning actor Priyanka Chopra portraying her on screen. “I was first told about the idea of a film on me during the London Olympics and my first reaction was that ‘it’s a joke’. But now that is being made, I am very excited and happy about it,” she said.

“As a Manipuri, I am very proud to be the first from my region on whom a Bollywood film is being made.”

Asked if she considers Chopra, who is not from the north-east, the right choice depicting her life, Mary said, “Absolutely, she is the right choice. The Director (Omang Kumar) knows best and he has the experience to decide the right person for the role. I personally feel Priyanka is the correct choice. She is very sweet, simple and kind,” Mary said of the actress, who recently visited her for two days as part of her preparations for the role.

“She visited my home town and got a feel of the life here. I hope she can translate it well on the screen. She was eager to know about me, my life and struggles, how I talk, she wanted to know everything,” recalled Mary.

But has she seen any of Chopra’s long list of movies? “Oh yes! I have seen most of them and I appreciate her talent. She is a good actor. When I met her, I realised we had similar upbringings and tastes,” opined the diminutive boxer.

Talking of biopics, Mary was glad to see the legendary Milkha Singh’s life coming on the silver screen recently in ‘Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’. “That guy, Farhan Akhtar (the film’s lead) actually looks like Milkha. I was amazed,” she said.
18 July 2013

Soccer Fan Invited Onto Team Bus After Running Alongside It For Miles

Dreams really do come true. Especially when you run after them for five miles.
The Arsenal football club is currently on a preseason tour of Asia. While in Vietnam, they encountered a very determined young fan who ran alongside the team bus for “about five miles,” according to goalkeeper Wojciech Szczesny.

Soccer Fan Invited Onto Team Bus After Running Alongside It For Miles
He was eventually invited onto the bus, much to the pleasure of the team, who were all cheering him on with chants of “Sign him up, sign him up, sign him up.”

Soccer Fan Invited Onto Team Bus After Running Alongside It For Miles

And in case you’re wondering, he’s shirtless so the team could pass around his T-shirt and sign it.

Soccer Fan Invited Onto Team Bus After Running Alongside It For Miles

As Arsenal goalkeeper Wojciech Szczesny put it: “This should be a message for all of you guys that if you really want to pursue your dreams, it can happen.”

07 June 2013

When The Beautiful Game Turns Ugly

A journey into the world of Italy's racist soccer thugs.

VERONA, Italy -- Right up until he started quoting Hitler and dropping N-bombs, my new friend was a great dude. I'll call him The Hooligan. A more generous host would be hard to find. Soon after we met, he made sure we stopped at the one place in town that served Campari correctly. He speaks eight languages, and seemed nothing like the Hellas Verona fans I'd read about, the neo-fascist, neo-Nazi, racist thugs. The Hooligan insisted the Veronese just have a dark sense of humor and refuse to wear the yoke of modern political correctness.

Now we are headed toward the terraces of the stadium. Soon I'll be packed in with the hard-core fans, three people for every seat, chest to back, eyes burning from smoke bombs. Near the entrance to the stands, I ask The Hooligan to translate any chants hurled down at the players. He is an old-school soccer thug, not on a first-name basis with impulse control. His eyes are slate blue, and his face has darkened with intensity as kickoff approaches. His voice is a sharp blade.
"How about, 'You're a f---ing n-----'?" he says, and we walk inside.

Lost in the Pontine Marshes

Benito Mussolini
Benito Mussolini in 1936. AP Photo

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The ghost of Mussolini rides through the swampland he turned into farms, the sound of his bike's engine going tom-tom-tom in the dark. Some locals swear it's real. A famous Italian novelist, Antonio Pennacchi, saw the ghost when he was a child. Many still love Mussolini in Latina, one of the towns the dictator built south of Rome after draining the marshes. The old cab driver remembers not having to lock your door when Il Duce ran the country. The municipal building is still shaped like an M, in his honor, a reminder of a past that cannot be seen unless you fly high over the confusion below.
Pennacchi lectures me that American democracy is not morally superior. What Mussolini did in Africa, we did to the Indians. What Mussolini did to the Jews, we did to the African-Americans. He barks when I ask him to put the nostalgia for fascism in context with the epidemic of racist chants in soccer stadiums, especially the slurs against black AC Milan stars Kevin-Prince Boateng and Mario Balotelli.

"You are simplifying!" he says.
He stands up, imitating the way Balotelli appeals for a foul to the officials, moving around like he's been shot, the curse words flying in Italian.
"Balotelli is an asshole," he says. "No matter his color, he's an asshole."
The steam runs out.
"We are all assholes," he says. "Man is a beast."
Pennacchi goes outside and sinks into a plastic chair, lighting a Marlboro. He exhales a big cloud of smoke, inhaling back through his nose, quoting a philosopher I don't know.
"The Hitler inside every one of us," he says. "The good and the bad are mixed inside."
He ashes his cigarette.
"The road to civilization is very long," he says.

Dispatch from the madness

I've given up hope of ever fully understanding the fractured things I saw while chasing the Serie A soccer circus around Italy. Let me be honest. I got sent to write about racism, which I found in staggering amounts. But Italy isn't like America, and racism there is tied into a thousand years of feuds, and hatred of anyone different, even if they're from only a few miles away, and fascism, and the recent wave of immigration. That's all in here, but it's unfair to hide my predicament, which became clear after only a day or two. I'd fallen into a parallel universe of contradictions.
Kevin-Prince Boateng

AC Milan star Kevin-Prince Boateng walked off the pitch after he and some of his teammates were subjected to racist chants by fans in a friendly against lower division club Pro Patria. AP Photo/Emilio Andreoli
The rabbit hole opened when Boateng walked off the pitch during a match in Busto Arsizio. It was Jan. 3, in a small mountain town in the north of the country, a picture postcard of bell towers and winding streets. Serie A, the top division of Italian soccer, was in its mid-season break, so Milan had scheduled a friendly against a small local club, Pro Patria. When Boateng touched the ball for the first time, a small part of the crowd made monkey noises: Oo -- oo -- oo -- oo.
It was a little stadium, and Boateng could see their faces. Fifty or so people called him an animal. He locked eyes with them and could see the hate. He pointed to his head, to say, "You're an idiot." The chants went on for 20 minutes: Oo -- oo -- oo -- oo.
Boateng had been abused before and had ignored it. This time, he kicked the ball at the fans, took off his jersey and walked to the locker room. His teammates followed. Something important happened at this moment, which didn't get reported much in the frenzy that followed: Most of the stadium stood and applauded him. Only the small group of fans screamed and whistled. Some laughed.
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The team boarded its bus and headed back to the AC Milan compound. When they arrived, Boateng insisted they practice. He needed to run. Tension still filled the air. The managers rolled out the balls, and Robinho immediately kicked one off the pitch, turned to Boateng and asked if they could be finished. Everyone laughed, and the jokes began, about firing a ball into the stands whenever they were losing. The players thought they'd made it through one bad day.
They were wrong.

Heritage and hate

Riccardo Grittini, one of the men who yelled monkey chants at Boateng, stands with me in the town square of Corbetta. The search for understanding begins here, half an hour from downtown Milan, with a guy who looks like the second piccolo in a high school band. I don't know what I was expecting. Horns? He's 22 going on 16. Newspapers ran Grittini's photo back in January, but his head shot looks older than his face. I can't picture him looking at another human being and screaming: Oo -- oo -- oo -- oo. What could possibly have made that seem like a good idea?
His hometown is like a thousand Italian villages. Narrow lanes gently bend toward the central square, which has a church, a trattoria, a place to drink espresso and buy cigarettes. Flowers grow on balconies. The church bell rings. It's like a movie set. Grittini is the local official in charge of sports; he thinks I've come to talk to him about an event he is organizing, visibly deflating when I bring up Pro Patria.
"You can do what you want with Boateng, but for me," he says, "it's a thing that I have erased."
The balding mayor, Antonio Balzarotti, comes over and welcomes me to town. "He was wrong, for sure," he says, "no doubt about it. We are not against Boateng and his campaign. Here, nobody is racist."
He offers proof. In the past, he says proudly, he rented two apartments he owns to blacks.
Everyone who passes Grittini smiles and waves. Birds chirp. Kids play in the square, and the fountain splashes water. Grittini loves this town, was born here and will be buried here. He's wearing rubber bracelets on his wrist. One carries a hand-written message: Prima Il Nord.
It's the slogan of his political party, the Lega Nord, a right-wing group founded on the desire to see the wealthy North of Italy split from the "economic dependency" of the South. The same complaints the Lega Nord once made against immigrants from southern Italy, they now make against immigrants from other countries: They bring crime and filth, take away jobs and, perhaps most important, bastardize Italian identity. A party leader advocated the Italian navy fire on boats of African immigrants. A party poster shows an American Indian with the slogan: "Immigration was forced upon them. Now they live in reservations!"
My Italian friends tell me that Lega Nord also runs a lot of small towns, and that not everyone who votes for them is nuts. Lots of reasonable people support parts of their platform, primarily the pro-business policies. I don't know where Grittini falls on the Lega Nord spectrum. I don't know what was in his heart that day in the stands, if he was angry, or drunk, or just got caught up in the mob. But I do know that, all around him, in his town and in his political circle, there lives a palpable fear that something very old and precious is, right at this moment, being ripped from their grasp. Yesterday is familiar. Everything else makes them afraid.

The Amazing Technicolor Football Club

They are afraid of the mohawks.
I'm at AC Milan headquarters, standing on the lush terrace with vines and flowers hanging from pergolas. Down below, I see Balotelli, who is the same age as Grittini, walking up to lunch. He's by himself, checking his phone. From here, I can see his blond mohawk, though I can't make out the lines shaved on the sides beneath it.
The team's four star strikers -- Balotelli, M'Baye Niang, Robinho and Stephan El Shaarawy -- wears a mohawk. Balotelli keeps his dyed blond. Boateng does, too.
The team photo on the wall looks like a Benetton ad.
There's a Muslim Italian, El Shaarawy, born to an Italian mother and an Egyptian father.
There's a German with Ghanaian roots, and Frenchman with Senegalese roots.
There's a black Italian, Balotelli, the embodiment of a still-unformed future just as surely as Corbetta embodies the past.

The Balotelli affair

Balotelli's life is a Fellini movie, with cameras flashing wherever he goes, and news of his weird adventures dominating the tabloids. In a day or two, he'll drive his white Ferrari onto a go-kart track. He loves go-karts, but his contract forbids him from riding in them. So, instead, he'll take his $300,000 Ferrari out for a spin.
Milan signed him from Manchester City just 26 days after Boateng took off his jersey and left the field. Before Balotelli's first game, Paolo Berlusconi, a team official and brother of former prime minister and AC Milan owner Silvio Berlusconi, was caught on videotape saying, "OK, we are all off to see the family's little black boy."
Balotelli's mere presence in Italy has caused a long festering sore to rupture, bringing hidden rot into the light. A nation has projected its hopes, and its fears, on him, a strain that shows on his face. He's been distancing himself from old friends, cutting off anyone who talks about him to reporters, even if they say nice things. He's angry a lot of the time, which is probably not how he imagined his homecoming. Mostly, he seems like a young man desperate to belong; he even got the British royal crown tattooed on his chest after playing there, holding tight to the part of him that felt English.
He was born in Italy. He grew up two hours from Milan in a little town named Concesio, taken in by a white Italian couple when he was 3 years old. Balotelli's birth parents are immigrants from Ghana, and although he looks like them, he sounds like his provincial neighbors, speaking with the well-known Brescian accent, a low rumbling growl. The region of Brescia famously doesn't like outsiders and votes for the Lega Nord. An old underground cartoon sums up the local attitude. It shows a deep trench at the edge of Northern Italy, with a clear message: Let's get rid of the Africans.

'You're gonna get a banana'

Kevin-Prince Boateng comes into the posh drawing room in the AC Milan headquarters rapping Snoop Dogg. The word "believe" is tattooed on his left hand. Wealthy, engaged to a swimsuit model, he's left behind a childhood in the Berlin slums. The 9-year-old him would be awestruck by the room in his house completely filled with sneakers, which he cleans carefully with toothpaste. But the 9-year-old him also has scars, ripped open that afternoon on the Pro Patria pitch, when strangers looked him in the eye and called him a monkey.
"It's happened to me before," he says.
Kevin-Prince Boateng
Pro Patria players watch Boateng as the AC Milan star leaves the changing rooms. AP Photo/Emilio Andreoli
He wasn't Boateng then, just a kid named Kevin with a German mother and a Ghanaian father. During an away game, the father of an opponent said, "Little n-----, for every goal you score, you're gonna get a banana."
Boateng repeats those words sitting in the quiet, peaceful lounge. "It's inside of me," he says. "I will never forget the father. He had a big beard and no hair. I even remember his son. I remember the face of his son. I wanted to kick his son so hard. I didn't. I scored a goal, and we won the game. This I remember."
Boateng believed if he got rich enough, if he won enough games, scored enough goals, he could outrun the bald man with the big beard. For years, he did. During his first three seasons at AC Milan, he never was abused.
Then he rode a bus to Pro Patria. That day was just the beginning.
A crowd at a match with Florence's team, Fiorentina, abused Balotelli. At Juventus, Boateng looked up in the stands and saw two men wearing the team's famous black-and-white jerseys making the monkey chant: Oo -- oo -- oo -- oo. Boateng yelled at them in the stands, "Come down! Do it in front of me!"
Since then, he's been speaking out against racism, meeting with the head of FIFA, making a speech at the United Nations. He'd been known as a party boy, getting caught once in a nightclub the night before a game. That one day of monkey chants gave him focus, a way to honor a nine-year-old boy's fears, just as a room of sneakers honors that boy's hopes and dreams.
He's troubled by the racist chants coming from the terraces, which aren't new to Italy but are to him. Every week or two, it seems there's another news story about a crowd chanting vile things at soccer players, about clubs being fined or forced to play in empty stadiums. Boateng can't figure out the reason so many seem directed at AC Milan. Why them? Why now?
"It never happened," he says. "Now it's crazy. It happens every game."

Neighbors are for hating

My train rattles through the Tuscan countryside traveled by Caesar and Charlemagne, creaking and swaying. I'm headed back in time, looking for an answer to Boateng's question. The genesis of almost everything that is happening in present day Italy can be found in the past. Tonight, Fiorentina is playing at Siena, a town surrounded by ancient city walls, with narrow turning lanes and steep alleys, all converging on the Piazza del Campo. The two cities have been rivals for a thousand years, a reminder that every city in Italy is much older than the nation.
My friend Fred Marconi picks me up at the station. A Siena native, he's wearing a Ramones T-shirt. Elvis glasses rest on the dashboard. We're going to the game. Siena needs to win at least two, and maybe all, of its final three games to avoid relegation.
"Siena is going through a terrible struggle," he says.
The oldest bank in the world is in Siena, Monte dei Paschi, and for centuries it operated with caution, holding great wealth, becoming a benefactor for the town, even sponsoring the beloved soccer team, which wears the bank's name on its jerseys. The bank invented the concept of credit, and the word bankruptcy, sending these ideas out into the world, where they began slowly working their way back. The circle took 541 years.
The managers got greedy, expanding, taking on debt. Then the financial crisis hit in 2008, and after four years of hiding huge losses, the bank almost defaulted. Monte dei Paschi is now supported by the government. All told, the bank lost close to a billion dollars. An official jumped out his window into the piazza below, killing himself. The bank is dropping its sponsorship of the team, which is close to being relegated.
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"I don't even know, honestly, if the franchise will still exist next year," Marconi says, "or if Siena will go bankrupt. It will be a disaster, a major disaster."
He drives past the exit for the stadium. Rows of trees line the road, pine and cypress. Castles rise from the hilltops. There's a place he wants to show me first.
"Our Little Big Horn," he says, shifting into the next gear and tearing off through the winding Tuscan hillside roads, driving like a maniac. An old battlefield will help me understand the Florence-Siena rivalry, and to see how deep the roots of identity run in a land much older than the modern nation drawn on its surface. Marconi's family has lived in Siena for at least 500 years -- the paper trail ran out before relatives did -- and he explains that the town is proud of its bitter and eternal feuds. Even today, the town is divided into neighborhoods, or contradas. Twice a year, the contradas compete in Il Palio, the oldest horse race in the world. Each neighborhood is named for an animal or a powerful force in nature, and children are baptized into the contrada just as they are baptized into the church.
"My son is a Porcupine, like I am," he says. "If there would be any sign of love or affection to a lady from the She-wolf, Lupa, our enemy, I would not interfere. But, honestly, I will have serious issues. I'll say that. I hope it never happens."
This isn't some old man talking. He is a 42-year-old graffiti artist who makes wine and plays bass in a rock band. He's got a Ramones tattoo. He baptized his 3-year-old son on the 750th anniversary of the battle that took place on the peaceful field he is driving me to see.
Changing lanes, he swerves in and out of game-day traffic, telling the story.
"This was one of the biggest battles in the Middle Ages," he says. "It was Sept. 4th, 1260. Dante talked about this battle in 'The Divine Comedy' and said that was a terrible day. The Sienese turned the Arbia River into a red river of blood. We actually exterminated the Florentine army."
After the battle, the city-state of Siena flourished. Work started on a cathedral, which would be the biggest in the world. Some businessmen founded a bank. The reign lasted almost 300 years, then the Florentine army got its revenge, taking the town.
The cathedral remains unfinished.
Marconi barrels toward the battlefield crowned with cypress trees, and, just as he is crowing about the ancient victory, a car passes and he notices a flash of purple. Fiorentina colors.
They're from Florence!
My easygoing friend transforms, just for a moment, into a warrior, filled with hate. He leans on the horn, flipping them the bird.
"F--- you all!" he screams.
After the battlefield, we settle into the stadium. Fiorentina scores a quick goal, Siena never challenges, and, as the game ends, Marconi wheels around in his chair and bangs his head and fists against the wall. He climbs the hill toward the Campo. There's one home game left, in 11 days, against Milan.
"AC Milan is gonna be the team of the future," he says. "The game with AC Milan is gonna be sad. It's gonna be the end of something. It could be the end of everything."
A breeze blows, and he tries not to think about his team going bankrupt and ceasing to exist. Crossing a piazza, headed toward an unfinished cathedral, his phone rings. It's his wife. Their 3-year-old got a haircut today, and he had a specific request for the barber.
"My son has a mohawk," Marconi says proudly.

The new Italy

Everyone has talked to me about immigrants, but I haven't seen many of them. Where is this dangerous flood that so threatens the very foundations of Italian identity? Well, many live in transient villages, as far away from the sturdy stone walls of Siena as a human being can get, working as migrant field hands around Naples. I travel south. A local doctor, Renato Natale, drives me into a world where outsiders rarely go. He parks his car behind a church-run shelter, the home of last resort for people who've come to plant and pick tomatoes. "It's very difficult to understand the new Italy, even for us, who are Italians," Natale says. "There are more black people here than in Alabama."
Two children run through the halls of the shelter.
The smaller boy is the child of a prostitute. He was born in Italy and isn't a citizen, since the law demands children have an Italian parent to be Italian. His hair is cut into a mohawk, and he's got lines shaved beneath it. I recognize it and tell him so.
"Balo-telli! Balo-telli! Balo-telli!" he yells in a sing-song voice, the voice growing softer until it disappears, as he runs outside to play with his older brother. I follow him, meeting a young man on the porch whose biceps strain the fabric of his shirt. Eric Andrews is an athlete, and he speaks English, which surprises me after a week of translators. Kids here get mohawks, he explains.
"The haircut is because they love Balotelli," he says. "That's why they do it."
Eric Andrews
"Boateng has not seen anything," says Eric Andrews, who plays soccer for a team in Serie D. courtesy of Eric Andrews
About eight years ago, Andrews came to Italy to play soccer. He brought big dreams with him, and a nomad's past -- born in Sierra Leone, he moved to Ghana, then wandered around Europe, trying to find a home.
"Me," he says, "I've been moving around."
Back in Africa, he says, he played in the same club as current AC Milan star Sulley Muntari. They followed the same star in the sky, and now Muntari is married to the former Miss Ghana, living out "Gatsby," and Andrews is at this camp, living out "The Grapes of Wrath." "He has better luck," Andrews says, "but you can see where he is, and here am I."
He looks around.
A little fire smokes and smolders. Mattresses rest under trees with shapes on them. People sleep on the porch, and in chairs, wherever they can find a place that is either flat or soft. It's too much to hope for both. Most work the highway outside as prostitutes, or stand on the same blacktop and hope a farmer picks them up to earn a few euros a day in the fields. On the chapel walls, murals show Jesus helping workers in the fields and ministering to hookers on the road. The priest tried to paint Jesus black, but the African residents protested. "White is better," they told him. Someone puts cardboard on the fire, which pops and flames. There's a little girl, maybe 6 or 7, standing by the front door. Andrews tells me her mom is from Nigeria. She was born here.
"I am not Italian," the girl says in her small voice.
Someone built a reed hut. A group from Mali recently arrived, trying to escape the war. The whole thing looks exactly like an African village. This small piece of Italy is their entire world.
"They don't go into the white part of town," the director tells me.
The abuse begins when they cross that invisible line. Andrews has tried to understand his Italian neighbors, to dig down through the layers until he knows why the people who love tomatoes hate the people who pick them.
"Italians don't travel," he says. "That's how I see it. This is it. Someone who was born here, even in this small village, he has never even gone to Napoli before. That is how they are. Sometimes they even ask me, how did I come to Italy? I tell them I walked."
He laughs, a deep booming laugh still untouched by the hardness and despair around him. Andrews doesn't sweat in the fields. When he's not working at the shelter, he plays soccer for the local team. They are in Serie D, four rungs below AC Milan. They ride public buses to games, and he hears the abuse on the rides, and at the stadiums when he takes the pitch.
"Somebody will call me a monkey in front of the referee," he says. "I turn to the referee and say, 'Did you hear what he said?' The referee says I should keep quiet. That is what the referee tells me. Are you kidding me?"
He's 28 now. People tell him he might still make it, but he knows the truth. His window is closed; he's too old to change his life with the game that brought him here. Now he plays because he loves the way he feels with a ball at his feet, eyes up, looking ahead. He tries to ignore the monkey chants, and the slurs, even as he notices the abuse is getting worse.
"Boateng has not seen anything," Andrews says. "He needs to come here. I've been experiencing many things."

A black Italian, in full

Balotelli understands the kids in the refugee camp. When he was their age, what he wanted most of all was to fit in, to be like the people around him. A biographer, Mauro Valeri, told me that young Balotelli washed his hands in hot water to try to get the black off his skin. He also said Balotelli asked an elementary school teacher if his heart was black inside his chest. I don't know if these stories are true; I'm somewhat suspicious, since they read like something a white liberal Italian would want to be true.
A well-known Italian journalist told me to "triple check" those details because they did not sound like the Mario he knows. Balotelli has hidden his vulnerable younger self behind a peroxide blond mohawk and armor made of bravado. Well, almost hidden. Buried in a tabloid tell-all from an ex-girlfriend was a detail that rings too true to be made up. As a gift, he gave her a box, and on it he had written, "Please never hurt me," with a sad face drawn on it.
Like Eric Andrews, Balotelli liked how he felt with a ball at his feet. Across the street from the apartment building where he lived, in between the supermarket and the church, was a pitch. This was his real home. When he stepped in between the lines, he found a place where being different wasn't bad. All he had to do was go down a flight of stairs, go out the gate, cross the road, and navigate a patch of tall weeds between the street and the stadium. He seemed safe there, creating an Italy where he belonged. Maybe that's why he's said he'll never be forced from a pitch by racist chants. He'd be letting the hatred drive him from his home.
It wasn't officially his home, of course. He wasn't a citizen, kept from representing Italy at the Beijing Olympics in 2008 because his 18th birthday was four days after the opening ceremony. Ghana tried to get him to play for its team, but he refused.
He was Italian.
In Italy, some opposing fans chanted: "There are no black Italians."
Fabio Liverani
Fabio Liverani, left, was the first black footballer to play for the Italian national team. He also was the second black player to sign with Lazio. The first was Aron Winter, who played from 1992 to '96 but left because of abuse from his own team's fans. Reuters
When he turned 18, Balotelli applied for citizenship, which he received in the city hall of Concesio, standing next to the family that took him in 15 years before. He posed for a picture with his mother and father, who both smiled, holding on to each other's arms. Balotelli smiled, too, not a cover-boy shot but the modest smile of a son with his family. Balotelli made himself a T-shirt after that day: Not only am I perfect … I'm Italian, too.
A month later, he debuted for the Italian U-21 national team. Only four blacks have ever played for Italy, and Balotelli was the third. The first, Fabio Liverani, was only 12 years ago. People accepted him. His father was Italian. I visited Liverani in Rome, and he took me into a storage room off a hallway, where he keeps his jersey framed from that first game. Next to it, there are photographs, one taken during the national anthem. His eyes are red. He'd looked in the stands and found his mother, who moved to Italy from Somalia to begin a new life. She was crying, and then he cried, too. When he first got the news that he'd represent his country, he'd called his mom.
"Our dream came true," he told her.
Every time Liverani hears the national anthem, he remembers that day. He'd never felt so Italian. During the 2012 European Championships, Valeri said his research showed some Italians saw Balotelli singing the national anthem before the game and turned the game off, disgusted. Something about him is different. Even though he's not the first black player on the national team, he broke a much less known yet more significant barrier.
He was the first black soccer player to represent Italy who didn't have any Italian blood.

The immigration fight

Balotelli was 2 years old when the Italian parliament passed "Act No. 91 of 5 February 1992." These were the last days of the old government, which disintegrated during the scandal known as Bribesville. At one point, half the members of Parliament were under indictment, and the dominant political parties collapsed. Italy rebooted. The man who exploited the vacuum was Berlusconi, who took office two years later, ushering the era of the tabloid sex scandal. There's something approaching performance art about the underage escorts in combination with a dying economy: While Berlusconi was screwing the youth, he was also literally screwing the youth.
Cecile Kyenge
Cecile Kyenge, Italy's minister of integration. Reuters/Tony Gentile
The first article of Act No. 91 denies Italian citizenship to anyone born in Italy without an Italian citizen parent; when the child turns 18 and passes a list of requirements, he or she may apply for citizenship. The reason I know about this law is because a national shouting match has erupted over it. The week I arrived, a new government took over in Italy, and one of the new ministers was an African immigrant, a doctor named Cecile Kyenge. She is Italy's first black minister, which is like being a Cabinet secretary.
Balotelli, who gives almost no interviews, offered public support, calling her appointment "another great step forward for an Italian society that is more civil, responsible and understanding of the need for better, definitive integration."
The Lega Nord opposed her agenda, a party leader asking her to come to Northern Italy "to see first-hand how mass immigration has turned Italians into a minority in the very neighborhoods in which they grew up." The extremists came out, too. A Lega Nord representative to the European Union parliament, Mario Borghezio, insisted that Kyenge would "impose tribal tradition" on all Italians. Borghezio, who is considered far outside even the right-wing mainstream, said Kyenge sounded like "a good housewife, not a government minister," then, he lashed out at Balotelli's qualifications to have an opinion on the immigration debate. "Balotelli agrees with her?" he said. "But he's not a minister, he kicks a ball around. To do that, you can be a Congolese or an African."
On Kyenge's first day in office, she announced that she would fight to repeal Act No. 91.

The blame game

A pickax changes my trip.
I've been in Italy a week or so, and each conversation has moved me a small step closer to getting the place, then the whole damn country catches on fire. All it takes is a spark. Leaving the migrant worker shelter, where I'd met Eric Andrews, I check my phone. That's where I first read the breaking news alert. An immigrant from Ghana had gone on a rampage through the streets of Milan.
His name was Mada Kabobo. His record included past criminal offenses, and when his appeals process had finished, he would have been sent back to Ghana. That morning, he walked around at dawn, carrying a pickax on his shoulder. A voice in his head told him to swing it, and, in front of a local ice cream parlor, he did, burying the point in the head of an unemployed man going to get coffee, striking him four times all together. The man died on the street surrounded by pools of blood. Kabobo kept swinging, with people diving through open doors, trying to duck the heavy arc of the blade. Two others died in the hospital in the days that followed, and when the police interrogated Kabobo, all he said, over and over, was, "I am hungry."
The head of Milan's Lega Nord, Matteo Salvini, responded quickly. He didn't solely blame the killer; he also pointed responsibility to Minister Kyenge, whose attempt to grant citizenship to immigrants, he claimed, led to the attack. He announced the party would be gathering signatures to toughen the immigration laws that Kyenge is fighting against.

The intersection of football and politics

So what does the murder, and the reaction to it, have to do with soccer?
The answer is in an obscure but important book about the Italian ultras, "Football, Fascism and Fandom," reported by a researcher named Alberto Testa. It came out three years ago, the only book to have gotten inside the walls of two of the most violent ultras groups in Italy, the Roma Boys and the Lazio Irriducibili.
Testa and his co-author discovered something obvious to anyone who's been in the terraces of Italy but shocking to me: In several places, the ordinary ultras -- organized groups of hardcore fans, to wildly oversimplify -- have been replaced by what Testa called "UltraS," who define themselves not just by the team they follow but by a neo-fascist political ideology. Roma and Lazio ultras hate the government more than each other.
This message resonates with part of the 38 percent of young people who are unemployed, a number that continues to rise. In America, most intellectual, angry youth go toward the left. In Italy, there's a trend to the left, to be sure, but there's also a sizeable group of alienated youth who go toward the far right. That's been true for several generations, but Testa discovered this generation's neo-fascist activists weren't just marching in the streets. They were also shouting in the stadiums.
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Balotelli signals to fans to be quiet. Claudio Villa/Getty Images

The football terraces are their political megaphones.
What happened next was inevitable, really. Anyone in Italy since the murders knew what was building and on whom it would be released. AC Milan had a game 36 hours later, in Milan. A group of Roma ultras took their place in the visitor's section and waited for Balotelli to get the ball.
They were ready when he did, with a chant that managed to combine a nursery rhyme of vowels and virulent racism. They seemed pleased.
A … E … I … O … oo -- oo -- oo -- oo.
The referee warned the crowd, then stopped the game, the players gathering near the center of the field. The stadium made an announcement that the game would be abandoned if further racist chants were shouted. Balotelli looked as if he might snap.
Two minutes later, the game resumed.
Milan needed a win to secure a place in the Champions League, but the team seemed off, distracted. The game ended in a draw, and now Milan would have to beat Siena in its final game of the season or see Fiorentina slip past it in the standings. The next day, every paper in Italy ran huge photographs of Balotelli confronting the racists, staring down the ultras, with his finger to his lips.

The intersection of politics and hate

The Roma ultras, and their crosstown rivals from Lazio, are a mix of a violent street gang and the Cameron Crazies, sometimes making clever banners, or inventing funny chants, and other times sinking to the basements of human behavior.
Italy's first football death came in 1979 during the Roma-Lazio derby, a Lazio fan accidentally killed by a Roma fan who thought a naval distress rocket was a regular flare. In recent years, two matches were stopped or canceled due to fan violence. Lazio ultras often display swastikas and fascist symbols, and the banners lean toward Nazi. In the late '90s, the Lazio fans unfolded a 160-foot banner aimed at Roma fans: "Auschwitz is your town, the ovens are your houses." They've held banners that managed to insult both the team's players and fans: "Squad of blacks, terrace of Jews."
The politics of the terraces often lack logic, praising ethnic cleansers and paramilitary murderers, the Palestinians, the Irish and the Iraqis -- anyone they see as oppressed by a larger power. The specifics of the battles don't matter as much as the ethos. Both the right and the left in Italy, for instance, revere Irish patriot Bobby Sands.
The everyday fans of Lazio and Roma come from all political and economic backgrounds, the roots of their fandom often going back to whichever team their grandfather supported. Many restaurants in Rome display a banner or sign from one of the two teams near the cash register, so customers know whether to strike up a soccer conversation. It is a town divided, which makes an attack on English fans this past November so surprising -- and terrifying, since it suggests new and shifting alliances.
Tottenham had come to Rome to play Lazio in the Europa League. The English team is based in a formerly Jewish neighborhood in London, which makes its fans frequent targets of racist chants around the world. The night before the game, a group of Tottenham supporters gathered in The Drunken Ship pub in a corner of the Campo de' Fiori, a small piazza with butcher shops, flower stalls and bars.
Then, with no warning, the windows shattered. Fifty or more men wearing helmets invaded the bar. Smoke bombs filled the air with the smell of used shotgun shells. They barricaded the doors. Witnesses said they chanted anti-Semitic slurs at the fans, who huddled under an assault of knives and clubs. Some English fans tried to escape, running down a narrow alley off the square, where they were trapped and stabbed. One man almost died. Everyone suspected Lazio fans. A week later, the police arrested two men in connection with the assault.
They supported Roma.

Pushed away from home

The racist chants finally get to Balotelli.
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Balotelli has had enough. Claudio Villa/Getty Images

He gives a rare interview to CNN, and his comments lead every sports page in Italy. The next time a soccer stadium echoes with monkey calls, he will take off his jersey and leave the field. All those years ago, at the pitch across from his house, he felt like he belonged. Now every monkey chant is pushing him away.
Boateng walked off in an exhibition game. This is different. Milan needs a win to secure a place in the Champions League, and its star player has drawn a line in the sand. The game is in two days, and Italy focuses on a single question: Will he or won't he?
Two other things happen at the same time. I don't know what they mean, but I know lines are intersecting.
Balotelli starts a Twitter feed, posting pictures and sending out messages, giving himself a public voice at last, to defend himself, to connect with people who support him.
He shaves off his mohawk.
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'This is a revolution'

At a café just off the piazza where the English fans were stabbed, a man tells me a joke that goes something like this: A contest searched for the best memory in Italy. Three finalists remained. The first said he knew every train schedule in the country, then proved it by rattling off the stops and times. The second said he memorized all the phone numbers, quoting the dozens of Roberto Mancinis in Napoli. All very impressive, the judges said. Then the third contestant blew away the competition, winning the prize.
"I remember I was a fascist," he said.
James Walston sits in his chair and laughs. He teaches Italian politics and history, and he has agreed to help me understand why the football terraces have become incubators of hatred. He lives a few doors down, and he's seen the creeping return of a political ideology once thought dead. A German friend stayed with him not long ago, and she went cold one night, hearing drunken Italians wandering down the narrow alley singing old Nazi war songs.
He tells me the history. In the years between the end of the war and the fall of communism, some fascists remained. The one political party with fascist leanings consistently got four to six percent of the vote, with old Mussolini followers holding secret meetings. You could buy Mussolini calendars, and posters, but they were sold under the counter, in paper bags.
"Almost like buying pornography," he says.
Something changed. The first time he noticed was around 1991, around the same time neo-fascist politics entered the football stadiums. At the piazza near Mussolini's famous balcony, he saw 50 or so skinheads in boots, marching, giving the fascist salute and chanting, "Duce! Duce!" It was the first time he'd ever seen this in public, and he took comfort that it was just a small group of loonies.
Alessandra Mussolini
Alessandra Mussolini, granddaughter of Italy's fascist dictator Benito Mussolini. Giuseppe Cacace/Getty Images
Then Bribesville collapsed the government.
The new prime minister Berlusconi invited the National Alliance, a conservative post-fascist party, and the Lega Nord into his government. He brought politicians with neo-fascist leanings and connections into the mainstream, and, in a populist search for votes, he separated the good parts of Mussolini's empire from the bad. Alessandra Mussolini, Il Duce's granddaughter, got herself elected an Italian senator, and later threw her support behind the prime minister. My friend Terry thinks her holding public office might just be the single strangest fact in a country gone mad. "Can you imagine in Germany," he says, "someone with the name Hitler being in parliament?"
In actions and words, the Berlusconi government rehabilitated fascists, bringing them back into Italian life. Mussolini memorabilia is sold in the open, no longer hidden beneath the counter. Three months ago, Berlusconi said that Mussolini wasn't so awful, that his racial laws were a mistake but his reign had been good for Italy.
"Italy has changed in the last decade," Walston says. "This is not an existential crisis. It's a revolution. Italy goes through a revolution every generation."

Where does tradition end?

I step into the middle of the revolution, leaving Rome and taking the train north to meet The Hooligan. Enough intellectual discussions. I wanted to see what racist chants sounded like, and felt like, from a few inches away. A writer connected me with The Hooligan, and before I arrived in Verona, before we walked into the stadium together, he had asked just one question of me by e-mail: Are you white?
Hellas Verona is playing its final game of the season, needing a win or a draw to return to Serie A after 11 long years relegated. My new friend, The Hooligan, gives an impromptu speech before the game. "This is a medieval town," he told me. "I am medieval. I am Veronese. We've been here 900 years. We have our colors. We have our traditions. It's the last corner of what is left. Everything is globalized. We are totally anachronistic. We are the only ones who still keep the flag flying. We believe in certain things."
I liked him then.
I liked his friends, and we rolled from bar to bar, ordering nice bottles of champagne. We talked about grapes, and how they feel guilty about being middle class when their parents lived as peasant farmers. A bottle of rosé appeared on the table. I was laughing, telling them how I expected that we'd be taking two-by-fours out in the streets, beating the crap out of cops, not discussing the bouquet of wine.
"We're extremely refined c--ts," someone at the table said.

Among the thugs

Kickoff is five minutes away.
A man sits on the railing leading the cheers, and everyone listens to him. He's the boss. A hot fire burns by my shins, a bright red flare, and a guy takes smoke grenades from an olive drab jacket pocket and sets them off. The section looks like a Vietnam movie, the wind sending the blue smoke in swirls.
"That is the smell of the Verona terraces," The Hooligan says, breathing in the cordite.
There's someone pressed against my back, and I'm slammed into the guy in front of me, who has an enormous crucified angel tattooed on his back and the team logo inked behind his ear. Someone ashes a cigarette on my head and wipes it off. Then it happens.
Everyone around starts making monkey noises: Oo -- oo -- oo -- oo.
"Is there a black player?" I ask, peering through the smoke.
"It doesn't matter," The Hooligan says.
"You f---ing Southerner!" someone screams.
They rhyme "fantastica" with "swastika" and the people around me make the Nazi symbol with their hands. They sing a fascist song from the '30s and make the Roman salute, known to most as the Nazi salute. Then a chant starts. Time peels back. I look into the faces around me. Some are silent. Some are filled with rage as they scream:
"Sieg Heil!"

'Adolf Hitler. Perfect.'

Benito Mussolini and Adolf Hitler
Neo-fascist, neo-Nazi, racist soccer thugs have invoked the politics of the past -- of Mussolini and Hitler, seen here in September 1937. Fox Photos/Getty Images
I watch the second half a section over. It feels like a different world. Families sit together, sons and daughters, wearing blue and yellow, the team's colors. People drink tall boys, and shots they've sneaked in, but most are well-behaved. A lot watch sitting down. In fact, most of the crowd around me is sitting, like in a modern American stadium, and then I turn and look over my shoulder at the place I just left. When standing in the middle of the chants, it felt like everyone in the stadium was singing fascist songs, but really, it's just a small pocket of madmen.
The Hooligan joins me, telling me his favorite chant, which, as a friend darkly will note later, manages the trick of both denying the Holocaust and taking credit for it: "The gas chambers didn't exist, but if they did, they were painted blue and yellow."
I just, I mean, I don't know what to say. I finally ask if that's what the people are screaming right now. A fan next to us looks horrified, shaking his head, saying, "Nonononono."
Verona gets the draw it needs, and the crowd rushes the pitch. The Hooligan stands next to me, looking down, then some fans start mocking the small section of visiting fans from Empoli, flipping them the bird. Groups of Verona fans tear down the goals and run around the track waving flags. The Hooligan loses his mind. He's screaming down at the fans to leave the field, to stop embarrassing the city, to stop desecrating their own goals. This seems like sort of a minor thing to me. Not to him, and a whole lot of other people around him. How a fan handles victory says more about Verona than the fact that a group of mercenary athletes won a game against other mercenary athletes. Swastikas are cool, but the ultras think pitch invasion is bush league.
They start the monkey chant at their own fans now.
Oo -- oo -- oo -- oo -- oo.
The Hooligan can hardly speak in the portal leading up to the seats. He takes a few steps, then curses, and turns to leave. Outside, cars honk, and fans hang out the windows, chanting "Serie A," and he wonders where all these people were when he and 120 friends traveled to the south of Italy when the team played in Serie C, just five years ago. He snaps his hoodie over his head, and his eyes burn. Rain starts to fall, and we duck into a bar. They bring us beer in short glasses.
"There is an ethic!" he growls. "A code of hooliganism."
Many years ago, Verona needed a win to avoid relegation, which it got, and some fans went on the field and got jerseys from the players. The ultras felt the players didn't deserve such adulation after a disappointing season, so The Hooligan and his brother went down to the pitch, slapped some, punched a few others, and demanded the fans march back into the locker room and give the jerseys back. They beat the crap out of anyone who disagreed.
"They always learn," he says. "You punish one and educate a hundred. Adolf Hitler. Perfect."
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In the shadow of an unfinished cathedral

It's cold and raining on the Verona train platform, on the last day of my journey. I am returning to Tuscany for the moment of truth: Will the Siena crowd abuse Balotelli? Will he leave the field?
I meet Fred Marconi outside the stadium.
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Balotelli, without his mohawk, kicks the balldown field against Siena. Fabio Muzzi/AFP/Getty Images
The AC Milan bus rolls slowly toward the gate, working its way through a mass of fans who've made the trip south. Siena has been assured relegation to Serie B, but Milan needs a win tonight. A tie or a loss will send Siena's hated Fiorentina to the Champions League. When the game begins, some Siena fans cheer for AC Milan, wanting to end Fiorentina's chance at the Champions League. Which is stronger? Hate or love?
"I have really mixed feelings," Marconi says.
Something amazing happens as the game unfolds.
Siena plays like hometown warriors. The mood changes, and the fans go from hoping their team loses to cheering their boys. Siena pushes the tempo, playing rough and hard, and the keeper stops a rocket by Balotelli. Twenty-five minutes into the game, Siena midfielder Alessandro Rosina crosses the ball into the Milan zone. Claudio Terzi heads it into the goal.
Siena is winning 1-0.
Marconi leaps up from his seat, screaming, fists pumping, and the lead miraculously holds, through the end of the first half, into the second. The Siena players hustle, going after every close ball, and Milan spends a lot of time complaining to the officials. Balotelli hits the ground any time an opponent is close to him, and the home crowd whistles and boos when he touches the ball. This crowd leans down into the pitch, the hate of Balotelli palpable, but nobody insults his race.
"They won't," Marconi says, proud.
Milan presses, sending taller, faster strikers down the field, and Siena does its best to cover up, like someone fighting a long-armed boxer.
"We are here! We are here!" the Milan fans scream.
"Your mom is a whore!" the Siena crowd replies, which rhymes in Italian.
The lead holds past the 80th minute, and the fans start to believe, as Balotelli works down toward the goal, getting bumped a bit, hitting the ground like he's been doing all day. This time, the referee gives him the penalty kick. The Siena coach goes crazy, gets ejected. Marconi grips the railing, his muscles tense. Balotelli scores. Milan scores again three minutes later, and the game is over.
Siena has lost another battle.
Marconi almost gets in a fight with a Milan fan who was jumping up and down. They are nose-to-nose, yelling in Italian. Marconi and I disappear into the belly of the stadium, which smells like wet carpet and cigarette smoke. The Siena players look stunned, saying that they thought the game was fixed, and that the system needed them to lose. Outside, Marconi lingers on the hill to look down at the green pitch and the bright flood lights, wondering if they'll be turned on again anytime soon.

The long trip home

Outside the Siena stadium, Balotelli steps onto the AC Milan bus, which has a slick black paint job with red rearview mirrors. The team drives out of the ancient city, already looking toward tomorrow. Football highlights play on a television on the right side, near the front. Balotelli sits in the black-and-red leather seats and exhales, already thinking about reporting to the national team in a few days. The players celebrate the spot in the Champions League, and the end of this long season in the spotlight. Balotelli takes photos with his teammates. In each of them, he grins.
The joy in the back of the bus contrasts with stress in the front. Team officials had called the Florence police before leaving Siena, concerned about the reception they might receive when they exited the bus and boarded the train to Milan. They're worried. Balotelli is a target. At the Roma game tonight, the fans abused him when they showed his name on the video board, and he wasn't even there. Then the ultras chanted oo -- oo -- oo oo at a drinks vendor, giving themselves a round of applause when they finished.
Italy is in crisis. I think that's safe to say. Something new is arising out of something old. I don't know whether it's a first breath or a last gasp. James Walston, the professor, thinks all the racial abuse is a sign that Italy has changed, and this is a defiant last stand before a multi-cultural society emerges. Maybe he's right. I don't know.
The AC Milan bus pulls close to Campo di Marte station, and the mood inside changes. Through the dark windows, the team and the officials see a crowd gathered, with the police units there to keep law and order. The air brakes whoosh and squeak. The bus doors open, and the hate-filled voices flood in.
Balotelli steps outside, guarded by police, as a group of 30 Fiorentina fans call him a thief and a cheater. The players rush into the tunnel leading to the train. The racist abuse begins, and Balotelli confronts the abusers, with police and team security officials stepping in between and pulling him away. The team boards its private high-speed train, racing toward Milan. He tweets in English and Italian about leaving the pitch the next time he hears someone attack the color of his skin. They arrive to an empty station, the players and staff taking their gear and heading out into the night.
Milano Centrale is eerie when it's dark and quiet. The players shuffle past the enormous posters of Beyonce. It is approaching 3 when they get outside. A few fans ask for autographs. Some players take the bus back to the facility, but Balotelli leaves in a car. In a week, he will report to national team practice, to represent a country that can't decide whether it wants him to call it home.

The ghost

This story is about a hidden office.
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The balcony of Piazza Venezia, from which Mussolini delivered many of his speeches. Giorgio Cosulich/Getty Images
A nervous, mousy woman types in an alarm code. She grabs a set of keys, one labeled "balcone." This palace is a museum, dedicated to the treasures of Rome, but not so long ago, it served a different purpose. There's not a single mention anywhere of the man who took the stairs up to the second floor. We are retracing his steps. The public is allowed in one day a week, by request. The nervous woman leads me into a dark hall. She opens a door marked with an exit sign.
We step into an empty room.
She switches on the lights. It's the size of a gymnasium. There is a fireplace at the end, and a glittering chandelier hanging from the ceiling, old crests frescoed on the walls. At the other end, where visitors once entered, the room is sealed with two sets of heavy wooden doors, a narrow space in between, like M's office from the James Bond movies.
The famous balcony is in the far left corner, 26 steps from the door. There's a gold padlock on it. No one is allowed to step outside. They're worried it might become a shrine. The glass on the tall iron-framed door is cracked, and the balcony itself is small, two or so steps deep. A tall man could touch both sides if he stretched out his arms. The Colosseum rises to the right, at the end of the street, and in the middle distance huddle the ruins of the Forum. A church bell rings, and the sound echoes off the tall ceilings. The space will remain empty, under lock and key, until the building falls down or Mussolini's old office is needed again.

Wright Thompson is a senior writer for and ESPN The Magazine. He can be reached at