Alveare

“How was your day?” … “Last Sunday I got a ticket again!” … “Who has the locker room key?” … “Shifts are killing me” ... “I hope to graduate in July” ... “I adopted a dog” ...
These sentences I overheard while shooting in the locker room describe the daily micro reality of the female universe: different interests, cultures and ages melting in a sport that is usually played by men.
For the Alveare Team, football is a “therapy” as Gaia says, it is a solidarity value:
rejoicing for goal just scored or crying for one conceded, simply having fun and staying together. Contracted muscles, swollen veins under young skin, scrapes on the knees, tattoos mixed with hugs, you fight, laugh, strain, listen … and finally play football.