The long and glorious career of the Italian national team and the charm of its historical greatness when it comes to the world affects not only its natural supporters, or Italians, both from home and abroad who follow it with passion, but also those who do not Italian is. And especially for football fans in those countries whose teams do not take part in the World Cup, Italy is one of the favorite teams. Even in difficult times there is a hint of what Asians love and follow our football. There are few guys in Chinese, Japanese or Koreans who have never heard of or do not know Balotelli answer the question: which team plays Francesco Totti. But it is with the world that is really proof of how blues players are followed with fervor and passion from his companions with almond-shaped eyes. Feel at home during a game in Italy it is easy everywhere here in China was even exciting. The bars most appreciated by young Beijingers were filled with fans in the evenings of the two games played so far and between a beer and a portion of chips, all but everyone, they held their breath and their eyes on the screen waiting to see the the beautiful game that everyone expected from the world’s most beloved blues. Alienating and exciting atmosphere that greeted us at Windows bar in Beijing. In addition to the unexpectedly high number of Italians, blue shirt and heart in my throat, I also noticed a large number of foreign students and Chinese. All that night with one thought shared with a single passion. Who let you paint a flag on his face, who has presented the meeting with a real flag wrapped around his waist. Who asked to learn the choruses improvised by the Italians to be able to take part in the festive time, that regardless of the outcome, always featuring a football game. An especially exciting moment for Italians away from home who have felt for a moment the protagonists and especially surrounded by a heat and a huge stake, almost as if they were for a moment very much at home. All united by the same passion, all with the same colors and the same waiting painted on his face. All Italian equally, in fact. Except for a moment, probably the most magical, one in which young people flown there from the Bel Paese they got up from their seats, scattered among a huge number of people from all over the world, and looked, sang the national anthem loved . A little ‘passion for a bit’ of nostalgia, his eyes certainly at least a little ‘transparencies.
