I’m proud of my boys here at Among the Thugs. We are maturing in our passion, we are growing together as football fans, and we are taking over, but not where you may think. If you haven’t noticed, we are an opinionated, passionate, obsessed, and determined group. Trust me, this is not a bandwagon, so don’t even look for room to hop on. After reading the two previous posts I sat back and smiled. We are there, we have arrived, and we are home.
As football fans in America there is no room for error. We have to be cautious with our words, our phrases, and our talk. Understand this, they want us to fail, they want us to go away. Who you may ask? This appears to be everyone both home and abroad. It is deeper than just a lack of respect, it is an anti-American football fan sentiment. For too long we have been told that we don’t belong. Looking at my Thugs, we have proven them wrong.
I came across an article written by the late Steven Wells of the Guardian where he says this about the growing American football fan-base in an article entitled: “Americans are soccer-savvy … and that scares little Englanders.”
“Public toilets, atheism, publicly funded radio and association football – these are all things of which no society can have too much. Witness the fact that soccer-playing America is massively liberal, loving, caring, socially conscious and nice. While soccer-hating America consists of increasingly isolated gangs of Bush-supporting, bible-bashing, gun-crazed, dungaree wearing, banjo-playing, quasi-fascist chicken-lovers and their twelve fingered, pin-headed, cyclopic, drooling monster children.
We – a substantial chunk of us, anyway – are desperately scared that association football will succeed in America. That the USA will become a footballing power. That the yanks will develop a version of the beautiful game as irresistible as jazz, rock’n’roll or the amazing American language (and unless you’ve checked the English/American phrase books handed out to GIs in 1942, you probably have no idea how much American you speak, limey).
Why are we scared? Because as a nation we have a desperate need to feel superior to the vibrant barbarian culture that’s replaced us as top global ass-kicker.
Face it, feeling superior to Americans is about all we’ve got left. But the list of things we actually do better than the Yanks is slim and getting slimmer. Did you know that the bastards even brew decent beer these days?
So what have we got left to be smug about? Wensleydale cheese, Ricky Gervais, Theakston Old Peculier and Helen Mirren. And, oh yeah, football.
Sorry, the Yanks get it. Not all of them. Not even most of them. But enough of them. Even if Bex bombs. Even if the MLS collapses, American soccer isn’t going away.
It’s time for a new joke.”
Listen up America, it’s time for you to also find a new joke.