The coming of age of a teenager on the concrete stands of the 90s, an exciting fan period that left those who survived its traps crippled. The trips, the chants, the stones, the clubs, the heroin that scented every vein tied with a two-tone scarf.

The parallel world that most ignore or pretend to ignore - an ode to the common utopia of the "hooligans", to the children who never grew up, to the lives that no one will narrate beyond those who saw them fade away, Sunday by Sunday, in the galleries of the buses and the fences of the stadiums.

At the same time, a nostalgic look, in the first person, from a member of PAOK's stands, who spreads on paper everything serious or funny, important or insignificant that he can retrieve from his memory, from his first moment in the smoke of the curve to the tragedy that closed and marked the entire decade, defining the end of the "Old School" generation that set the rules of fan life by screaming, jumping, and bleeding in the stadiums and on the streets.