And Could He Play!: These Are Not The Reasons That I Am A Sports Fan.
Being a female sports fan is rough. People (read: mostly men) are always questioning your allegiance, knowledge, and passion for your team. They quiz you to see if you are a “real” fan. They don’t listen to you when you say something, because they assume that you don’t really know what you’re…
Sigh. I’ve never actually faced douchebaggery on a personal level as an ardent football (soccer for the youse yanks) fan, mostly because all the other soccer/football fans I know are either a) other girls or b) so grateful that there is another football fan out there in India/America they don’t care about gender or c) gay, so they understand atleast a good portion of the stigma and sympathize/understand or d) a combination of the above. But I appreciate the sentiments behind this, because I always feel I have something to prove as a female football fan, someone who has to know more than the others, understand it without any flaws and be careful never to show that my thinking is guided by horrible, icky ~girlmotions~. Well, fuck that shit. My favourite football watching experiences have always been with a group of people who can analyze every minute kick one minute and then argue over which of them is hotter the next. Because power to being a fan. And a fangirl. And not having to justify either of that because of your gender or sexual preference (or even nationality) or anything to the facist patriarchal mafia.
/rant.
— David Villa (TVE post game interview) AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Villa/Pepe bromance ftw. Also worth a mention: Pepito’s wife calling Villa to tell him about having contractions right before the Eurocopa final and warning him not to tell Pepe…and Villa obviously gets panicked and can’t keep it in and goes “PEPE I CAN HIDE FROM YOU NO LONGER YOUR WIFE IS HAVING CONTRACTIONS OMGD:FJG:DFSDG!” God, I love them. (Source: goal.com)
— Great article by this blog recently recommended to me by a friend. I feel it rings true not just of the football community, but of blogosphere and hipster culture in general. I feel like I’m guilty of it a lot myself, too, and it’s an easy trap to fall into- you can throw around obscure right back names and praise the intricacies of a football league in an obscure country without knowing the basic working of the 4-4-2 formation. But this is a good resource to remind me- all of us- to check ourselves, blog useful, blog different, blog honest- keep ~alternative~ truly alternative.
Kenny Dalglish, the saviour of Liverpool?
By Sindre Trygsland, writing from Lancaster, England. Sindre is an avid Liverpool supporter, connoisseur of Scandinavian football and business student at Lancaster University.
The appointment of Liverpool legend Kenny Dalglish has once again transmitted hope to the millions of Liverpool supporters around the world. Not only is Dalglish one of the greatest players who has represented The Reds, he’s also the last manager who won the league title with the club. He retired as manager on the 22nd of February 1991 because of health problems, and now, almost 20 years later, he is back where he belongs, driving the club forwards.
Brilliant article- spot on about the vast impact, both in our playing style and quality and our personal belief and spirit, that King Kenny has had since he’s arrived. Next season, boys and girls! We’re back in business and not backing down. Enjoy your one season of superiority, mancs, because it’s only going to last one season.
