I was very moved by some of the stories about Ray Wilkins that emerged after his sad passing. He was a lovely guy, even if he played for horrible teams.
I visited that stadium with my family on July 31st, 1993.
As we walked to the stadium, two chaps on a motorbike, who appeared to be Genoa ultras, as one of them was wearing a Genoa scarf across his face, offered to give myself and lapsed forum member @Trapattoni a lift on their bike. Iâm always sorry my mother wouldnât let them. While there was probably a 3% chance they would have abducted and murdered us, I liked the 97% odds they wouldnât have.
When we got to the stadium, it was locked up, but we got talking to two laundry ladies who were working at the stadium. They didnât speak English and we didnât speak Italian, but they reacted warmly to the word âIrlandaâ and brought us into a laundry room and gave myself and Trap a free pair of Sampdoria shorts each.
Unreal coincidence - I was listening to âEmancipationâ by Prince on the train from Milan to Genoa that day, even though it wouldnât be released for another three years.