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Fat, sweaty men
10 May 2010 04:10 am When cycling home last night from a reception, my route was diverted unexpectedly. Blocking the way were what one would call "hooligan scum" being contained by a couple of hundred police officers in trooper uniforms. I had overheard someone at the reception mentioning the home team's exceptionally convincing victory, so I was a bit puzzled why these "fans" would want to make trouble with the police. What reasons did they have for being angry? I had obviously no intention of biking through these not so gay-friendly individuals (I admit, I am profiling, but prove me wrong hooligans! Come kiss me on my arse and then maybe I will change my mind!).
A police officer who was on his way to his group of colleagues, passed me by and I asked him why these people were doing what they did, considering their team's victory and all. Shouldn't they be celebrating rather than seeking to get beaten in the face with a batong? (It occurred to me that my mom's car, which I am currently using now that she's on holiday, was parked not that far away from these hooligans - I say "was parked", because I cannot be sure that it still is there today - if it is gone, I will simply deny to my mom that she ever gave her car to me, maybe I'll even convince her that she's never even had a car to begin with... brilliant plan!). The policeman told me had no idea what these people were being aggressive about; I sympathised with the guy who had to sacrifice his Saturday evening for a bunch of sweaty, fat drunkards. I wished him well after he told me an alternative route where I wouldn't get beer, stones and/or spit thrown at me. While it may have been a less eventful route, I am sure we all come to a point in our lives where we just don't want to be confronted with morons too much, even if it means taking a twenty minute detour.
I did ponder what drove these football fans though, not that my answer is conclusive, but it could be a starting point for my new book "Going Rogue - Football Style!" which will be on sale everywhere if ever I can finish it. Maybe the victory their eleven men just accomplished gave them the misguided idea that they were now somehow invulnerable, invincible even. The confrontation with the police made them realise that they actually were NOT invincible, which gave them a boo-boo and consequently made them angry. Makes sense, right?
I also wondered what would have happened if there had been no police there. There wouldn't have been anyone to incite the hooligans to get the abovementioned boo-boo that made them angry, so maybe they wouldn't have become aggressive (but then we might get confronted with a lot more deaths of these hooligans, when they, holding the belief that they are now invincible, jump off a tall building believing they can fly... if only, right?!).
The psyche of the modern day hooligan is a complicated one but the fact remains that none of these men have what it takes to become the next Top Model... So TTYN, bitches!
A police officer who was on his way to his group of colleagues, passed me by and I asked him why these people were doing what they did, considering their team's victory and all. Shouldn't they be celebrating rather than seeking to get beaten in the face with a batong? (It occurred to me that my mom's car, which I am currently using now that she's on holiday, was parked not that far away from these hooligans - I say "was parked", because I cannot be sure that it still is there today - if it is gone, I will simply deny to my mom that she ever gave her car to me, maybe I'll even convince her that she's never even had a car to begin with... brilliant plan!). The policeman told me had no idea what these people were being aggressive about; I sympathised with the guy who had to sacrifice his Saturday evening for a bunch of sweaty, fat drunkards. I wished him well after he told me an alternative route where I wouldn't get beer, stones and/or spit thrown at me. While it may have been a less eventful route, I am sure we all come to a point in our lives where we just don't want to be confronted with morons too much, even if it means taking a twenty minute detour.
I did ponder what drove these football fans though, not that my answer is conclusive, but it could be a starting point for my new book "Going Rogue - Football Style!" which will be on sale everywhere if ever I can finish it. Maybe the victory their eleven men just accomplished gave them the misguided idea that they were now somehow invulnerable, invincible even. The confrontation with the police made them realise that they actually were NOT invincible, which gave them a boo-boo and consequently made them angry. Makes sense, right?
I also wondered what would have happened if there had been no police there. There wouldn't have been anyone to incite the hooligans to get the abovementioned boo-boo that made them angry, so maybe they wouldn't have become aggressive (but then we might get confronted with a lot more deaths of these hooligans, when they, holding the belief that they are now invincible, jump off a tall building believing they can fly... if only, right?!).
The psyche of the modern day hooligan is a complicated one but the fact remains that none of these men have what it takes to become the next Top Model... So TTYN, bitches!
