February 19th 2015.  Art is dead.

I’m absolutely disgusted by what happened yesterday in Rome.

Now, I don’t know the details because I am not a football fan, but there was this match, Rome - Feyenoord, and a lot of Dutch supporters came into the city.
The Feyenoord supporters had a total unacceptable behaviour.
They seriously behaved like animals.

I’ve heard of first disorders in Campo dei Fiori, the day before the match, between drunk Feyenoord supporters and the police.

The biggest and worst damages have been done yesteday though, February 19th, at Piazza di Spagna, one of the most famous and beautiful squares in Rome.

The hooligans vandalized the Fontana della Barcaccia, an extremely beautiful and breath-taking Baroque fountain realized by Pietro Bernini and his more famous son Gian Lorenzo Bernini.

The fountain was full of stuff, like ballons, cans, bottles of beer and other garbage.
It also reported a lot of damages, there are missing marble pieces and the authorities for the Cultural Patrimony said the damages will be permanent.

The fountain had been restored for nearly an year and given back to the city of Rome in all its beauty something like, a year ago, for the price of 200.000 €.
And now all the work thas has been done is useless.

I understand that not every people can love and feel overwhelmed by the beauty of art. And that’s ok. I respect that.
What I DON’T ACCEPT is the LACK OF RESPECT shown by these people towards the history and the heritage of a population (italian, in this case, but this can be referred as a general accusation).

I think sport is a beautiful thing, but it should keep people together, not tear them apart, and above all IT MUSTN’T BE A SOURCE OF HATE!

I don’t know it they wanted to show us that their team was better than ours, but THAT WAS NOT THE RIGHT WAY.

I felt so sad and angry.

Yesterday, for us, art was dead.

(Damages for the city also included buses broken by the hooligans when they where being transported to watch the match, garbage everywhere, scared people hidden in their houses and shops, and hooligans peeing in the streets.)

The Doctor is more involved in the lives of Amy and Rory than he ever expected to be [as of A Good Man Goes to War]. He met a seven-year-old girl, and now discovers that it’s possible, at some future point, he’s dating their daughter. ‘They’ve got a baby…and look who it is!’ I mean, he must wonder if he can cross the TARDIS control room without Rory punching him for practice.

It’s everything the Doctor has ever tried to avoid–this man who avoids any kind of commitment, any kind of relationship–and he’s practically got a family unit around him, as dysfunctional as it is. He can’t just walk away. That’s his plan, however much he loves them–to hang out with Amy and Rory for a few years before they grow up too much, and then bugger off before he screws anything to permanently. Well, he can’t this time. He absolutely can’t. He’s committed. So it’s complex. It has to be. That’s the only way to write relationships. They do get more complex–every relationship in the world. I like that. I like the Doctor tripping over the consequences of being him.

—  Steven Moffat on 11′s relationship with the Ponds (Amy, Rory, River) from DWM 438 (August 2011)