By Rob Atkinson
Let me start out by saying this: There is a place in football for
hate. That might seem a rather provocative, not to say controversial statement, in these happy-clappy days when going to the match is supposed to be all about families, and fun, and oompah bands high up in the stands, strategically placed so that the newly-gentrified population of the main stand should not have to hear anything raucous or profane.
But it’s true, nevertheless. Football is tribal, football is catharsis, football is where you get to let off some steam after gritting your teeth all week. And, for all of that, you need someone to hate.
Hate is a much misunderstood, possibly demonised word these days. It’s not really to be found in the lexicon of the politically correct. It sends out the wrong message, don’t you know, and speaks of the extreme edges of emotion and feeling, where those of pallid personalities do not wish to go. But hate is a real human emotion, and you can’t simply wish, or indeed legislate it away. Properly expressed, it’s just about the best catalyst for atmosphere at a good old traditional sporting fixture.
The professionals should stay out of it, and get on with the game – it’s not really within their remit to get caught up in the atmosphere a bit of hate generates (although it’s frequently more entertaining than the football when teams DO let the passion affect them). But the real arena is in the stands, or on the terraces as we used to say in happier times. Here is where the mutual dislike, felt in extreme measure in some cases, can be vented. Two sets of supporters, bound by mutual loathing, hurl insults of glorious vulgarity back and forth, each seeking to outdo the other in a contest outside of the on-field engagement. The feeling is atavistic, and there’s no actual need for it to spill over into violence for honour to be satisfied. The occasion as a whole is enhanced by these pieces of human theatre.
The modern tendency towards crowd interaction being drowned out by super-powerful P.A. systems pumping out crap music, has detracted from this phenomenon, as have the silly drums and trumpets they call “bands”. My club, Leeds United, made an ill-advised decision a few years back to promote a
“band”, but the masses behind the goal did not approve. The occasional toot and drum beat were heard, only to be swiftly squashed by a throaty “stand up, if you hate the band”, and the experiment died an early death. Rightly so, too. Bands at football stadia prosper only where the indigenous support lacks the moral fibre to resist such contrived attempts at a “nice” atmosphere.
Sadly, it appears that the good old days of free expression, where a band of like-minded fanatics could express their hatred of “that lot from over t’hill”, are soon to be behind us for good. Yet there are still football clubs and fixtures which can conjure up some of the old atmosphere, so deeply do feelings run. I’m glad to say that my beloved Leeds United is one such club, so universally hated by so many other sets of fans, and so willingly disposed to return that sentiment with interest, that our matches against a select band of old enemies roll back the years, and set the blood pumping with the old vigour. Long may it remain the case – these are the real football clubs, with the real fans, and this minority is striving to hold back the tide of plastic, family orientated, artificial bonhomie that so threatens to dull the palate as this century progresses.
It’s not P.C. It’s frowned upon by the self-appointed guardians of “the good of the game”. It too often spills over into actual violence, which is not something to be condoned. But come the day when they finally kill the last wisp of hate-fuelled atmosphere, at the last old dinosaur of a non-modern non-meccano stadium, they’ll be well on the way to finally reading the last rites over the corpse of the game as we used to know it.
And then – why, I’ll throw in the towel, say my goodbyes to Elland Road, and sulk off to watch Frickley Athletic play those buggers from FC United of Manchester – confident that there will be some like-minded old codgers on both sides who will be happy to spit venom at each other – just for old times’
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