“Give a girl the right shoes and she will conquer the world!”
“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”…
I overheard these sentences 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 solidarity: sharing joy when you score a goal and tears when you let one in. All together while having fun.
Contracted muscles, swollen veins under young skin, scraped knees, tattoos mixed with hugs.
You fight, laugh, strain, listen… And finally play football.