A dear greeting to all lovers of physical activities that populate the mythical community of Actifit.
On the long-awaited day of Sunday, the city wakes up under a gray sky and a dense haze obscures the shadow of the volcanic building.
After a long trip to the supermarket I see that I have already reached the milestone of 10k steps, indeed, I am well beyond the threshold.
Then it’s time to celebrate my #iamalivechallenge 335 and, as you can see, I’m already equipped to go out and celebrate #Alive the possible victory of the Italian soccer championship by the SSC Napoli.
In the air you can smell the smell of celebration that has the acrid smell of smoke bombs that are constantly set on fire in the middle of the road while a continuous sound of trumpets brightens the atmosphere. The sky is grey but the blue shines on the ground.
The bus service is completely out of use due to exceptional measures for traffic and safety measures put in place in just 36 hours so I am forced to get to a train of sardines on foot.
The Circumvesuviana da Barra took me to Piazza Garibaldi and the experience of traveling compressed along with thousands of other fans in a train made me desist from taking the subway and I walked to the promenade Caracciolo.
To win the championship you needed a combination of results. Inter should not have lost to Lazio, which has 17 points behind 7 games from the end and with 21 points up for grabs also served the victory of Naples. Inter v Lazio was played at 12:30 while Napoli v Salernitana was played at 15:00 (+2 UTC).
It was 12:45 and everyone, while listening to the game on the radio, got the news that Inter scored and the square exploded in celebration. Fireworks and firecrackers exploded as we embraced strangers and then silence. The moviola cancels the goal and after a few minutes it even marks Lazio in an apotheosis of mockery for Neapolitan fans.
The journey towards the sea turns into a sad pilgrimage as I slowly arrive on Via Duomo and, in front of the entrance of the district of Forcella, I enter the Spaccanapoli with Via Toledo as my destination.
The street of the cribs, San Gregorio Armeno, was full as in the Christmas period although we were well beyond the Easter period and seemed an authentic blue river.
When I arrived in Piazza del Gesù, I was finally able to admire the Church of the Gesù Nuovo, freed from the scaffolding of the renovation that has restored the facade ruined by smog.
The statue of the Immaculate Madonna on the spire turned her gaze towards the San Paolo and waiting to see the game watching the spectators enter the stadium Diego Armando Maradona also had the headset tuned to the match in Milan.
Via Domenico Capitelli was transformed into a tunnel by a very long tricolour festoon with the blue side of the team’s shirt and was full of pilgrims fans who were making the same path to Piazza del Plebiscito.
Arrived on Via Toledo you could admire the narrow and narrow streets of the Spanish neighborhoods decorated to party where all families were withdrawn home in preparation for Sunday lunch and with the patterns to follow the football matches.
Via Toledo was marred by the blue fog a very rare meteorological phenomenon as the victories in football. The successes are always scarce and inversely proportional to the passion that the Neapolitan people puts for the national sport.
Despite the news that came from Milan were not good everything was celebrating and the morale was proactive.
A street artist was intent on refining his masterpiece drawn on the asphalt with skilful, expert and patient hands while the basket filled with pennies as time passed.
When you arrived in Piazza Trieste and Trento you could see a whole different atmosphere than the dark ravines that had been covered until now. Jubilant scenes with fans in the street celebrating together with fans on the balcony while in Piazza Plebiscito a large group of fans had gathered.
Suddenly, well in advance on the radio that I was listening to, the fans burst into a deafening roar, Inter drew and I find myself jumping with complete strangers even here as the jubilation reaches its climax.
This time there is no bad news from the nightlife, on the contrary, after a few minutes the Nerazzurri team doubles and finally gives the knock out, Inter-Lazio ends 3-1.
Everything seems to be in the right direction as the square of Plebiscito begins to fill around the monuments just restored armored by the authorities.
Get me lunch I head towards the park of Molosiglio to consume it while from Vesuvius sprouts a blue flag with the tricolor. The monstrous volcanic building also celebrates this wonderful day.
After lunch I realize that the choice of the place was not very happy because flocks of hungry seagulls flew around me, intrigued by my food. Well, more than curious, greedy.
Soon it was 15 o'clock and it was time to set off until I reached the first pub in Santa Lucia where the match was broadcast to watch the game in company while around us were forming clouds of fans who watched scrounged.
The first half the home team attacks but despite the almost total possession of the ball and the domain of the field ends in clean goals with some gasp.
At this point I move towards Piazza Vittoria while I can take a magnificent picture of the fountain of the Giant even if the dark sky was not an optimal frame for the shot.
Castel dell'Ovo was as angry as the sea and as black as time. He eagerly awaited Osimhen’s goal but he didn’t have much trouble if the scorer was someone else. Just win.
This time I also watch the game from the outside while a table in front of me celebrates a birthday with a succulent tiramisu mascarpone that, for a moment, distracts me from the game.
After a few minutes from the restart of the hostilities comes the elusive goal of the blue advantage. The network of Oliveira is celebrated for a long time and wide also on the seafront rises the intense fog of the blue smoke while everyone anticipates the celebrations expected for 33 years.
But comes a small striker from the sad and glorious story with the funny name or "Dia" and darkness fall on the faces of the Neapolitans while, from TV comes an equally sad joke "it was the hand of Dia to spend the dreams of the Neapolitans" to taunt the famous "Manos de Dios" is the excuse that Maradona cunningly found to those who accused him of having scored the goal against England at the World Cup in Mexico'86.
Well then, on the way home, there is little to tell because the merry procession turned into a funeral and the return by train I had to vacuum again.
The first of the 7 match points was missed for 7 minutes but today’s results have made us take a big step towards the title that could arrive already Wednesday or Thursday and, for many, the party has been prolonged and for me it will be an opportunity to make another 30k of Steps.
Finally I would like to thank all my friends from the tribe of #Alive and all the new friends who have come between the lines of my stories for reading my thoughts and see you at the next report #actifit.
This report was published via Actifit app (Android | iOS). Check out the original version here on actifit.io
Height175 cm |  | Weight96 kg |  | Body Fat% |  |
Waistcm |  | Thighscm |  | Chestcm |  |
