Bradipolibri publisher
pages 240
euro 14,25
language English

On 29^th May 1985 at the Heysel stadium, in Brussels, before the European Cup final between Juventus and Liverpool, 39 people died.
They die in the field Z, crushed and suffocated by the crowd, under the blows of the English hooligans dumbed down alcohol, with the decisive connivance of the Belgian authorities, the local police and UEFA, unable to predict and intervene.
An announced tragedy that struck with despairing drama about football as a sport and consciences of all of us. An open wound that never healed, because you can not and you should not die when someone play football.
All told what happened before Juventus- Liverpool, many have told during and after, even his own, but no one has ever really delved into uncomfortable truths. The personal effects stolen, the arrogance of the authorities, the long, hard and snubbed legal battle carried out by the Association of victims, from Othello Lorentini that in Belgium has lost his son Robert (silver medal for civil valor to have died trying to save a fellow). Humanity trampled by 39 families between meanness of any kind.
This book is a duty to the memory and dignity of 39 people who have lost their lives to watch a game. To remember what the environment football has tried too often and too quickly forgotten.
«This book – said Walter Veltroni, former Deputy Italian Prime Minister – is precious and beautiful. It is because it warns us not to forget, and why has it regularly with news and check everything that has happened; but also because it is a book of inquiry that has the passion inside of the diary, the biographical page. Caremani declares that this is the book that would not have ever wanted to write, but what happened has turned these pages in “his book”. Inside and behind the pile of forgetfulness, of superficiality, sloppiness of failures, faults, the author investigates the passion of those who received the most inconvenient witness: that of memory. He collects evidence, listen and report, perhaps so that his pain to dry at least a little, and really that pain, that node dark, that lump in his throat that Caremani carried inside, they turn into courage and tenacity. The rabid desire to know becomes strong civil complaint, it becomes a piece of history to read and maintain, it becomes lucid and critical evidence of a massacre avoidable. I love this book: it is a great act of love for 39 innocent, and a warning not to lose the way of humanity and piety».