Well ok, this was something of a shock:
The first game I went to I almost had my ass stomped in for not singing the songs.. I barely spoke any Italian let alone Sicilian. Pretty strange when a bunch of dudes wearing pink and sporting ridiculous haircuts start to fuck with you for not singing. but i had to learn, it was hard at first. This is where I learned how to roll hash spliffs, while trying to comprehend what these psychos were saying. Lots of riots, split heads, fireworks and thuggery that I had not really seen in such mass. It seems everyone goes to the games for a different reason. Cops love to fuck with hooligans, hooligans dont even watch the game, they pace the aisles rallying up the troops and changing chants; upper society sits in the covered seats (it tends to rain in Sicily), and everyone in between sits in the curves, where its all good. You can do practically anything in Renzo Barbera stadium; its a fucking madhouse.