“Calcio” in Roma
June 6th, 2011As a soccer lover, I had hoped that we might be able to play some calcio (the Italian word for soccer) in Italy. By all accounts, soccer is the most popular sport in the country, and happily it turned out to be part of our experience in Rome.
On our second Sunday in Rome, May 29, we saw several groups of people waving pink flags, chanting slogans, and wearing these pink jerseys:
It turned out that they were supporters of the Palermo soccer team, which was competing against Inter Milan for the Italian Cup that day in Rome. They were a lively bunch, marching around and loudly proclaiming their support for their club. We even heard a bunch of them chanting loudly and saw them walking out of the Metro toward the stadium. Sadly for them, their team lost for the third time in the finals. But we admired their spirit. Any groups of young men who dare to walk around in pink ought to be admired!
The day before–Saturday, May 28–was the highlight of the trip for me, during one of our service projects. It just so happened that this highlight turned out to be a combination of service and soccer. The service was to support folks who prepare and serve a hot meal every week for Afghan refugees who are in Rome. Up to 175 young Muslim men (most from Afghanistan) show up every week, and teams like ours provide a nice boost to the regular volunteers. This was deeply meaningful work, and I loved it.
But the highlight was when we walked to a park next to the St. Paul Outside the Walls Church and set up cones to mark out a small soccer field. We divided into two teams, passed out orange jerseys for one side, and proceeded to play a lively game of calcio/soccer/football. The orange team, supported by strong defense from our own Brittany Stevenson and wing play from Kayleigh Hartman, took an early 3-1 lead.
Our non-orange team battled back. Right winger Ryan Barnett made some nice runs, while left back John Bartlett and right back Kristen Rayz held down the defense. Striker Danyella Tonelli provided a crucial scoring punch, with a late goal that contributed to our eventual come-from-behind victory.
More important than any victory, however, was the sense that we had connected with our Afghan and Pakistani friends on a human level. We had transcended our language and cultural differe

nces for a little while and competed together. A bunch of Americans, Afghans, and Pakistanis sharing in the Italian national pastime, next to a church in Rome. The laughter, the joy, the smiles, the handshakes, the teamwork, and the sweat–all of it was a little glimpse of heaven on earth.
That day, we gave thanks for calcio.

