When you go to a football game in the US, all the violence is on the field. When you go to a football game in the UK, all the violence is in the stands. When you go to a football game in Europe, the fans in the stands have to be physically separated because otherwise they would murder each other. In some places, the fan support for their team is so passionate and fuelled by unemployment and liquor, the team supporters swear hatred of the opposition, and it is not safe to enter parts of the city, because there are snipers lying in wait. The biggest complaint over the past few years has been about “lager louts” from England going to watch their team somewhere, and beating the shit out of people while drunk, stoned, or over-medicated and vomiting damn near everywhere. The rivalries take on a whole new definition in some places, and in the older stadiums, there are no seats, the fans stand in assigned sections, throwing lit fireworks and/or Molotov cocktails at each other, intending to seriously hurt. Not all teams, not all cities and not all fans, but certain places discourage British fans from attending, because they wreck hotels, buses and pubs in the name of their teams while inebriated. I don’t get it at all, but there you are. Mac being a fan of one team, and Julie another is a recipe for a lot of fights. I am reminded of a song “My father he was orange and me mother she was green”, sometimes the factor that separates one group of fans from another is religion.
November 01, 2017