Ali Adnan, calciatore e soldato per la guerra in Iraq
Non soltanto il football o la musica, ma anche la propria Idea è importante, così ci insegna questo calciatore iracheno di 21 anni che abbandona il pallone per combattere il jihadisti.
Il terzino, nato a Baghdad nel 1993, gioca con la maglia del Çaykur Rizespor Kulübü (gli sparvieri del Mar Nero), una squadra turca, e si esprime molto bene sulla fascia, tanto da piacere a grandi club; proprio in questi giorni si vocifera che Sabatini avesse tentato di sondare il terreno per portarlo alla Roma, alla corte di Garzia.
Ma il nazionale under 21 dell’Iraq probabilmente non calcherà mai il campo dello stadio olimpico, ne quello di Trigoria, perchè ha scelto di combattere per la sua famiglia, la sua Patria, la sua idea.
Sempre ribadendo che su Football a 45 giri non si fa politica e non si pende per una o per altra parte, ci fa riflettere che nel calcio dei petrol-dollari ci sia ancora qualcuno che decida di mollare tutto per un ideale.
Onore a te Ali e buona fortuna!
La Redazione chiude dedicando ai lettori ed al calciatore Civil War, un brano dei Guns n’roses, uscito in 45 giri nel 1993 con etichetta Geffen Records.
Il brano è una delle tante canzoni contro la guerra, in particolare le guerre fratricide; nel testo compare una frase significativa: “serve solo a nutrire i ricchi e a far morire di fame i poveri”.
Il testo, che cita anche JF Kennedy, è riportato in un numero del fumetto Dylan Dog.
Il testo di Civil War:
“WHAT WE’VE GOT HERE IS FAILURE TO COMMUNICATE
SOME MEN YOU JUST CAN’T REACH…
SO, YOU GET WHAT WE HAD HERE LAST WEEK,
WHICH IS THE WAY HE WANTS IT!
WELL, HE GETS IT!
N’ I DON’T LIKE IT ANY MORE THAN YOU MEN.” *
(whistle)
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they’ve always done before
Look at the hate we’re breeding
Look at the fear we’re feeding
Look at the lives we’re leading
The way we’ve always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can’t deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D’you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said “Peace could last forever”
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can’t trust freedom
When it’s not in your hands
When everybody’s fightin’
For their promised land
And
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
Ow, oh no, no, no, no, no
Look at the shoes you’re filling
Look at the blood we’re spilling
Look at the world we’re killing
The way we’ve always done before
Look in the doubt we’ve wallowed
Look at the leaders we’ve followed
Look at the lies we’ve swallowed
And I don’t want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I’ve seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
‘Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
“WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND
GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM AS POPULAR WAR ADVANTAGE
PEACE IS CLOSER” **
I don’t need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
And I don’t need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I don’t need your civil war
I don’t need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin’ soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain’t that fresh
I don’t need your civil war
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no
I don’t need one more war
I don’t need one more war
No, no, no, no uh-oh-uh, no uh-oh, uh no
WHAZ SO CIVIL ‘BOUT WAR ANYWAY?
(whistle)