Yesterday was 2 February, which makes it the first anniversary of the untimely death of Inspector Filippo Raciti. I was going to write something yesterday afternoon but was too busy researching the politics of Austria-Hungary in the period up to 1914 and then cooking a huge dinner - beef chilli and then apple & apricot crumble with custard. And today I have mostly been a) sleeping and b) sulking about losing 0-3 at Siena. Siena!! jesus. We played like shit. End of match report.
I also haven't leapt to the computer full of eagerness to write about Raciti because it's hard to know what to say. Investigations into his death continue. Deaths in Italian football continue. Casual violence continues. Police violence and incomptence continues. Hatred of the police continues. Ridiculous statements from the authorities continue. Ill-conceived and unworkable legislation based on profound ignorance and knee-jerk reaction continues. And the whole circus of Italian football continues, much as ever it did. A few things have got worse - no megaphones, fewer striscioni - but there has not been, that I have seen, any change for the better since Raciti died.
This is all rather gloomy sounding which I didn't mean it to be. Over the next few days I shall try to take a look at some of the responses which might offer positive ways forward.