I’ve just had it with the stupid things football fans post on Facebook. I would have posted something on Facebook itself but it’s too scattergun a response. My breaking point was a comment from someone that her little girl had been taken to see the “wrong” team by her grandfather and that subsquently declaring herself a fan of said team was a symptom of illness. I get that she’s joking but it comes after such an accumulation of stupid in the past few weeks that I can’t take any more without exploding.
There are two major teams in my city, rivals of course. One is doing rather well at the moment so it’s fans are crowing and taking every opportunity to bash the others. Wearing a blue scarf is not grounds for moral superiority OK?
It’s worse. A player on that team was recently convicted of rape. Opinions on the justice of his conviction are divided along tribal – sorry, team, grounds. And this is coming from women. Oh and a number of people saw fit to publish the victims name on Twitter and vilify her.
It’s only a game and a stupid one at that and if it’s stupid fans can’t grow the fuck up then they should shut the fuck up.
Who the fck are Man United?
Who the fck are Man United?
Who the f*ck are Man United?
And the reds go marching on, on, on… (tune: Glory Glory Hallelujah)
Who’s that team they call United?,
Who’s that team they all adore?
They’re the boys in red and white
And they play with all their might,
And they’re out to show the world how they can score!
So bring on Sunderland and Arsenal,
Bring on Spaniards by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid,
They may make a gallant bid,
But they’ll only find the reason why we roar.
We’re gonna win the league (again!)
We’re gonna win the league (again!),
And now you’re gonna believe us,
And now you’re gonna believe us,
And now you’re gonna believe us…
We’re gonna win the league (again!)
Drink, drink, wherever you may be,
We are the drunk and disorderly,
And we don’t give a fck, and we don’t give a sht,
We’re coming home with the championship
If you blow into one, you can get a vague approximation of a vuvuzela. Then a crowd of large, burly men can come over and beat the shit out of you for being annoying and obnoxious.