The slow murmurs and buzz in the air had me entranced. It was methodic and spontaneous all at once. The turf was a vibrant green, freshly manicured and painted. In one collective voice the fans shouted each players last name. You could hear the excitement and dedication in each declaration. The vibrant red jerseys popped off the field so you could see every intricate move the players made. As the anthem started every scarf was raised in adoration. Roma! Roma! Roma! Each voice melded with the next. I couldn’t have imagined anything more beautiful in that moment than this group of people united by love of the game.