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The Daily OrangeSU students could learn a lesson from London football fans
By Courtney Egelston
Posted: 11/4/09, 11:44 PM EST Section: Opinion
Tuesday night, I took the next step in becoming a true Londoner. I'm not a sports fanatic by any means, and if it weren't for my freshman year roommate I probably still wouldn't be able to follow a football or basketball game. But a London soccer game has more to offer than pure athletic talent, such as hot guys and crazy fans. With tickets as cheap as 15 pounds ($24) and games played through May, I just might become a soc-… I mean, "football" fan.
The match was between Queen's Park Rangers (QPR) and Crystal Palace (CP), which are both Championship League teams, one tier below the highest-level Premier League teams and comparable to a less popular NFL team. Outside the stadium, vendors sold fish and chips. Security searched through bags as fans filed past the fences topped with barbwire. The stadium entryways had sharp spurs on the edges, presumably to prevent people from jumping over.
As I took my seat seven rows up from the field and halfway between midfield and the visitors section, I quickly realized there were two events to watch: the game and the fans. Syracuse v. Pitt would look pale in comparison to the rising anger I could see among these Brits. For more than 90 minutes there was a not one second of silence. The weather had dipped to 40 degrees; I could see my breath, I couldn't feel my toes and fans were taking off their shirts to wave them over their heads. The crowd control looked more like a pack of bouncers than ushers. Cheers came like debates, with CP hurling insults and QPR sending ones back.
"Your support is f***ing sh**!"
"Your team is f***ing sh**!"
"Your team is full of rejects!"
"No, you're the rejects!"
With the insults came songs that all the fans, including the grandmother-grandson duo to my right, knew. QPR sang, "Up your arse, up your arse, we'll stick the blue flag up your arse!" Some of the more rowdy CP fans orchestrated choruses of "We're the boys in blue, who the f***ing hell are you, and we're out to show the world how to score!" Despite only filling a quarter of the stadium, CP fans dominated spectator response. I don't think they sat down once all game. If Otto's Army ever wants some new material, they should start watching London football.
The match was between Queen's Park Rangers (QPR) and Crystal Palace (CP), which are both Championship League teams, one tier below the highest-level Premier League teams and comparable to a less popular NFL team. Outside the stadium, vendors sold fish and chips. Security searched through bags as fans filed past the fences topped with barbwire. The stadium entryways had sharp spurs on the edges, presumably to prevent people from jumping over.
As I took my seat seven rows up from the field and halfway between midfield and the visitors section, I quickly realized there were two events to watch: the game and the fans. Syracuse v. Pitt would look pale in comparison to the rising anger I could see among these Brits. For more than 90 minutes there was a not one second of silence. The weather had dipped to 40 degrees; I could see my breath, I couldn't feel my toes and fans were taking off their shirts to wave them over their heads. The crowd control looked more like a pack of bouncers than ushers. Cheers came like debates, with CP hurling insults and QPR sending ones back.
"Your support is f***ing sh**!"
"Your team is f***ing sh**!"
"Your team is full of rejects!"
"No, you're the rejects!"
With the insults came songs that all the fans, including the grandmother-grandson duo to my right, knew. QPR sang, "Up your arse, up your arse, we'll stick the blue flag up your arse!" Some of the more rowdy CP fans orchestrated choruses of "We're the boys in blue, who the f***ing hell are you, and we're out to show the world how to score!" Despite only filling a quarter of the stadium, CP fans dominated spectator response. I don't think they sat down once all game. If Otto's Army ever wants some new material, they should start watching London football.
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