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Wednesday, December 9, 2020

Paolo Rossi, 1956-2020

Sports is a ruthless endeavor -- and not just because Babe Ruth has been dead since 1948. But it takes a special brand of ruthlessness to be a soccer player and title your autobiography I Made Brazil Cry.

Paolo Rossi was such a ruthless man.

He was born on September 23, 1956, in Prato, outside Florence, in Italy's Tuscany region. A forward, he made his professional debut in 1973, for Juventus of Turin. Due to being funded by the Agnelli family, owners of Fiat Motors, Italy's biggest employer, they are the country's most successful team, which makes them its most popular, and also its most hated. Much like the Yankees, the Lakers, Notre Dame, Manchester United, Real Madrid and Bayern Munich. A common slogan in Italy is "Amo il calcio, quindi odio Il Juve" -- "I love football, therefore I hate Juventus."

But knee injuries kept Rossi from becoming a regular player for Juve, and he was loaned out to Lombardy team Como. In 1976, he was sold outright to Vicenza, the largest team in Veneto and thus the closest major team to Venice. There, he blossomed, helping them win Serie B in 1977, gaining them promotion to Serie A, Italy's highest league.

In 1977-78, he led Serie A in scoring with 24 goals, and helped Vicenza to nearly pull off a miracle, finishing 2nd in their 1st season in the league. That got the attention of the Italian national team, and he was selected for the 1978 World Cup in Argentina.

It all fell apart in 1979, as Vicenza was relegated. He was sold to Perugia, in Umbria. He did well for them, but 1980 was the year of the Totonero match-fixing scandal. Two of Italy's biggest teams, A.C. Milan and Rome team Lazio, were punished by relegation to Serie B. Some others, including Rossi's Perugia, were docked 5 points. Rossi was punished more than any individual player, suspended for 3 seasons.

He always insisted he was innocent, but he missed his age 23 and 24 seasons. His suspension was lifted after the 2nd season. Juventus, known for their corruption (they were not charged in Totonero, but would be relegated and stripped of 2 titles in the 2006 Calciopoli scandal), didn't care that people still thought Rossi was guilty, and scooped him up for the 1981-82 season.

He helped them win the League in 1982, and he was once again selected for the national team. Despite there being no blue in Italy's national flag, their national team wears blue (this is also true for Japan), due to it being the color of their former ruling family, the House of Saovy, and are known as Gli Azzurri (The Blues). 

Italy's sporting press is notorious for making bigger deals out of things than they should -- for a big team like Juve, the Milan teams (A.C. Milan and Internazionale) or the Rome teams (Roma and Lazio), a 3-game winless streak is a "crisis" and talk that the manager should be fired begins. So there was some fuss about Rossi being chosen for the World Cup.

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The tournament was held in Spain, and 2 teams seemed to be the popular favorites, Brazil and France. Brazil, in particular, because, for the 1st time since their 1970 win, they seemed to have a team that was not only greatly talented, but stylish. Like most Brazil teams, they were led by men using single names, and the names still echo through the history of the game: Sócrates, Zico, Falcão, Éder. (Some of these names had been used for popular players before, and would again.) And one man who used 2 names, serving as a nickname: Roberto Dinamite.

Brazil had beaten Italy in the 1970 World Cup Final, and the contrast between the national teams' reputations couldn't have been more stark: While they had a high-scoring team in 1970, Italy's best club teams had been notable for defense, with a style known as catenaccio, or "padlock."

Gianni Brera, the legendary writer for La Gazzetta dello Sport -- effectively, Italy's Grantland Rice -- had said that the perfect soccer game would end 0-0. Most Americans would find this boring, but Italian fans of the 1960s and '70s tended to agree with him.

Not surprisingly, Juventus were known for a strong defense, and had 6 players on Italy's team for the 1982 World Cup: Rossi, midfielder Marco Tardelli, goalkeeper Dino Zoff, and 3 defenders: Antonio Cabrini, Claudio Gentile and Gaetano Scirea.

Fiorentina, of Florence, had 5: Backup goalkeeper Giovanni Galli, defender Pietro Vierchowod, midfielder Giancarlo Antognoni, and forwards Daniele Massaro and Francesco Graziani. Inter Milan had 5: Backup goalkeeper Ivano Bordon, defender Giuseppe Bergomi, midfielders Giampiero Marini and Gabriele Oriali, and forward Alessandro Altobelli.

A.C. Milan had 2 players, both defenders: Franco Baresi and Fulvio Collovati. And 1 player each came from 4 other clubs: Forward Franco Selvaggi from Cagliari on Sardinia, midfielder Bruno Conti from A.S. Roma, midfielder Giuseppe Dossena from Turin team Torino, and midfielder Franco Causio from Udinese. The manager was Enzo Bearzot.

Italy excited no one in the First Group Stage, gaining 3 draws, all in the northwestern Spanish city of Vigo: 0-0 with Poland, 1-1 with Peru, and 1-1 with Cameroon. The Italian media ripped their own boys, singling Rossi out, with one writer calling him "a ghost aimlessly wandering over the field." But it was enough to finish 2nd to Poland in Group 1, and advance to the Second Group Stage.

They were put in Group C, with Brazil and Argentina. The latter were not only the defending champions, but had added a new star, Diego Maradona. Italy seemed like lambs being led to the slaughter. The term "Group of Death" was not yet in use in 1982, but, in 2007, with a quarter-century of hindsight, British newspaper The Guardian called this "the deadliest-ever Group of Death in World Cup history."

All the games in this Group were played at Estadi de Sarrià, home of RCD Espanyol in Barcelona. On June 29, Italy stunned Argentina -- a country which, despite having Spanish as its official language, has Italians as their largest ethnic group -- with 2nd-half goals by Tardelli and Cabrini within 10 minutes. Argentina pulled one back, but it wasn't enough, as Gentile and Scirea marked Maradona out of the action, and Italy were 2-1 winners.

On July 2, Brazil beat Argentina, their arch-rivals, 3-1 in a masterclass of what they called, in Portuguese, O Jogo Bonito: The Beautiful Game. Argentina were out, and the July 5 match between Brazil and Italy would decide one of the teams for the Semifinal.

Bearzot decided that keeping Zico from attacking was the answer. He sent Gentile to mark Zico, and it worked, but at a price: Gentile was called for a foul, and granted a yellow card. Due to accumulation of cards, he would be suspended for the Semifinal, should Italy qualify.

Rossi scored only 5 minutes in, with a header off a Cabrini cross. Sócrates answered in the 12th minute. In the 25th, Rossi stepped in front of Júnior, intercepted a pass from Cerezo, and scored a 2nd goal. It was 2-1 Italy at the half. Falcão tied it in the 68th. Had that 2-2 score held, Brazil would have advanced to the Semifinal on goal difference.

But in the 74th, Italy had a corner kick. Brazil did a poor job of clearing it. Rossi took the ball at the six-yard line, and drilled a shot to complete a hat trick. Antognoni seemed to score in the 86th, but it was disallowed for offside -- incorrectly, as an instant replay later showed. In stoppage time, Oscar nearly equalized for Brazil, but Zoff made an amazing save, clinching the 3-2 win for Italy.

Brazilian fans could be seen crying in the stands. Not since the Maracanazo of the 1950 Final, which they lost on home soil to Uruguay, had their team sustained such an impactful defeat. This one would also be named after the stadium where it was played: A tragédia do Sarrià. And Rossi, approached after the tournament to write a book, titled it Ho fatto piangere il Brasile: "I Made Brazil Cry."

It has been suggested that this loss was the end of O Jogo Bonito for Brazil: The attacking philosophy that had served them so well was scrapped for a defense-first approach. It paid off in 1994, when they won the World Cup -- beating Italy in the Final, on penalties after 120 minutes of goalless soccer. But the country practically revolted against this approach: Never was a team that won the World Cup less loved in its homeland. So they went back to the old approach, led by Ronaldo and Ronaldinho, reaching the Final in 1998 and winning it all in 2002.

But the 1982 tournament was not over. On July 8, at the Camp Nou, the already-storied home ground of FC Barcelona, Italy faced Poland in the Semifinal. Rossi was the star again, scoring in the 22nd and the 73rd minute, leading Italy to a 2-0 win. The Final would be on July 11, at the home of Real Madrid, Estadio Santiago Bernabéu. It would be against West Germany, which shocked France in what was widely seen as a dirty match.

In the World Cup, matches are usually refereed by a man from neither team's home continent, in the hopes of avoiding any bias. The referee for this match was Arnaldo Cézar Coelho -- from Brazil. Despite Rossi and his teammates having "made Brazil cry," in the end, he was not accused of showing any bias against Italy, and is generally considered one of the best referees in the sport's history.

The 1st half was scoreless. Italy were awarded a penalty, but Cabrini missed it. In the 57th minute, Rossi struck again, heading in a cross from Gentile. Tardelli scored in the 69th, and later said that he saw his life flashing before his eyes thereafter. Altobelli added a goal in the 81st. Paul Breitner scored for West Germany in the 83rd, but it was too little, too late. Italy won, 3-1.

Having previously won the World Cup in 1934 and 1938, this was their 3rd, tying Brazil for the most. Through 2018, the count is Brazil 5, Italy 4, Germany 4 (but only 1 since reunification with East Germany), France 2, Argentina 2, Uruguay 2, Spain 1, England 1.

Rossi was awarded the Golden Ball as the player of the tournament, and, in The Guardian, Peter Mason wrote that, for Italy, the World Cup "was a cathartic moment for the nation, which had been subject to significant social and political unrest for a number of years and, despite being regarded as one of the world's premier footballing nations, had not won a World Cup since 1938... With the victory came an incalculable lift to the nation’s spirits, and Rossi was at the centre of the celebrations."

Rossi became an icon wherever veins carried Italian blood. There was a pizzeria in my neighborhood, on the New York side of New Jersey. Before the tournament, all the pictures were of the New York Yankees, Frank Sinatra, Sophia Loren (including posters from their movies), and the Godfather films. After it, the posters were of the Azzurri, and of Rossi in particular.

At his 25th birthday, he was a genius with a cloud over his head. At his 26th, he was an all-time legend.

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How do you follow up a World Cup win? By doing the best you can. In 1983, Juventus finished 2nd, but won the Coppa Italia (Italy's version of the FA Cup), and reached the Final of the European Cup (the tournament now named the UEFA Champions League), losing to German team Hamburger SV. In 1984, Juve won Serie A and the European Cup Winners' Cup (a tournament phased out in 1999).
In 1985, they won the European Cup for the 1st time, defeating Liverpool at Heysel Stadium in Brussels, Belgium, despite an accident before the game that led to the deaths of 39 people. The incident became known as the Heysel Disaster, and, for UEFA's decision to let the game go forward, it became known as the Cup of Blood.

Before the next season, Rossi was sold to A.C. Milan. He was selected for the 1986 World Cup, but had to miss it due to injury. He played 1 more season, with Hellas Verona, and retired at 31.

He went into the real estate business, and served as a studio pundit, including for Italy's top sports network, RAI Sport. He married twice, and had 3 children.
But he was a smoker, and today, December 9, 2020, he died of lung cancer, at the age of 64.

Now, Italy cries. But because he had once made Brazil, then Poland, then Germany cry, Paolo Rossi made Italians -- and many neutrals -- smile.

Monday, April 15, 2019

The Hillsborough Disaster at 30: A Story Americans Need to Know

This is an update of a piece I wrote on the 25th Anniversary of the disaster. On July 29, 2021, it became necessary to update it again, as Andrew Devine died in Liverpool at age 55. The coroner ruled that his death was due to the long-term effects of the injuries he suffered in the Hillsborough Disaster.

With his death, the slogan "Justice for the 96" and the hashtag #JFT96 became "Justice for the 97" and #JFT97. And that total of 97 does not count the people who couldn't handle the physical and emotional difficulties that they, or their loved ones, suffered from that day, and later took their own lives.

April 15, 1989, 30 years ago today: A terrible mistake in opening the wrong gate leads to the deaths of 96 people, and injuries to hundreds of others, at Hillsborough Stadium in Sheffield, England, at the start of an FA Cup Semifinal, on neutral ground, between soccer teams Liverpool and Nottingham Forest. Most of those hurt were Liverpool fans.

It was a Saturday, and that night, on ABC World News Tonight, the story was shown. It wasn't the first awful soccer-crowd story to be shown on American TV news, so, like a lot of Americans, I just thought, "Well, there go those English soccer hooligans again, screwing things up for everybody."

I didn't get it. At all.

I was 19, not a little kid anymore. I should have known better.

You know who else should have known better? ABC. And NBC, and CBS, and CNN, and ESPN, and Time magazine, and its subsidiary Sports Illustrated, and other American media outlets. The story did not end that day. It went on and on.

But the American media figured, "It's not an American story, there were no Americans involved, so, now that we've reported it once, we should no longer care. Besides, it's not a sport Americans even care about. Let's move on."

I never heard another word about Hillsborough until 2008, when I plunged into soccer, finding, literally, a whole world of stories that I didn't know.

And I learned things about the Hillsborough Disaster that the American media either got wrong, or did say well enough, and then ignored.

Which still gives them higher moral ground than the English media, which behaved despicably in the aftermath.

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First, some background. The Football Association Cup (the FA Cup) is one of the oldest continually-operating sports competitions in the world. Every soccer (football) club in England and Wales is eligible -- 736 of them entered the 2018-19 edition.

There are qualifying rounds before they get down to the "rounds proper":

* First Round, with 80 teams, on the 2nd weekend of November. Teams in the 3rd and 4th Divisions of English football (currently named League One and League Two) get a bye into this round.

* Second Round, with 40 teams, on the 1st weekend of December.

* Third Round, with 64 teams, on the 1st weekend of January (unless January 1 falls on a weekend, then it's pushed back a week). Teams in the 1st and 2nd Divisions (currently named the Premier League and The Championship) get a bye into this round.

* Fourth Round, with 32 teams, on the 4th weekend of January.

* Fifth Round, with 16 teams, on the 2nd weekend of February.

* Sixth Round, or Quarterfinals, on the 1st weekend of March.

* Semifinals, on the 2nd weekend of April.

* Final, on the 3rd Saturday in May.

Every round until the Quarterfinals is played at the stadium, or "ground," of one of the competing teams in the match. If it ends in a tie, or "draw," a replay is required, at the other team's ground.

The Semifinals, historically, have been played at neutral sites, usually in one of England's larger cities and in one of its larger stadiums. London's Highbury (Arsenal, North), White Hart Lane (Tottenham, also North) and Stamford Bridge (Chelsea, West) have hosted. So did both of the old Manchester stadiums, Old Trafford (Manchester United) and the now-demolished Maine Road (former home of Manchester City).

Villa Park in Birmingham (home of Aston Villa) was a frequent site, and so was Hillsborough Stadium, home of Sheffield Wednesday. That club was so named because the cricket club they were founded as played their matches on Wednesdays.

The Final, historically, has been played at England's national stadium, Wembley Stadium in London since 1923, opening for a Final, won by Bolton Wanderers of Lancashire over West Ham United of East London. After 2000, when the old Wembley was demolished to make way for the new one, it was held at the biggest remaining stadium in Britain, the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff, Wales. The new Wembley opened in 2007, and Chelsea of West London won the first Cup Final there. Since 2008, the Semifinals have also been held at Wembley, one on Saturday, the other on Sunday.

Owlerton Stadium opened in the Owlerton section of Sheffield in 1899 -- and The Wednesday became nicknamed the Owls because of the location. In 1914, it was renamed Hillsborough Stadium. By 1966, it had been mostly modernized, with a capacity of 34,000, was significantly lauded for this, and was selected as one of the venues for England's hosting of that year's World Cup.
A recent photo of Hillsborough Stadium.
The Leppings Lane End is at the bottom right.
It still looks rather antiquated.

But not all was as it seemed. The rise of hooliganism in the late 1960s led to crowd control measures that turned dangerous. And with the end sections of stadiums, behind the goals, nearly all being "terraces" -- stepped areas with railings but no seats, where fans would stand and watch the game -- fans would run in for good vantage points, leading to fans getting knocked over onto the field (or "pitch," as they'd say over there). With standees, Hillsborough could now hold over 55,000.
The Leppings Lane End, the day after the disaster.
This was typical for English soccer stadiums
of what Americans would call end zones: No seats.

In 1973, in miserable weather (even as far north as Yorkshire, it shouldn't have been snowing and sleeting on an April 17), Arsenal played North-East club Sunderland at Hillsborough. Arsenal fans were put into the West Stand, a.k.a. the Leppings Lane End. There was a rush into the End, and it spilled over onto the pitch. No major injuries, but it was a warning sign.

(Sunderland, then in the old Division Two, pulled off a shocker, beating 1971 League and Cup "Double" winners Arsenal, and then upsetting defending Cup holders Leeds United in the Final.)

In 1981, it got worse for Arsenal's North London arch-rivals, Tottenham Hotspur (a.k.a. Spurs). They reached the Semifinal, and were assigned to play Wolverhampton Wanderers (a.k.a. Wolves), at Hillsborough. The Spurs fans were also put into the Leppings Lane End, through the concourses that led to the various pens behind the goal. There was a crush, and as one Spurs fans' site (written by a man whose name I couldn't find) puts it:

People were crushed not because of surging support or bad behaviour, but simply because the spaces between the large metal fences were too small. Indeed there was a feeling even before then, without benefit of hindsight, that the supposed capacity of Leppings Lane was overstated and unsafe.

Panic ensued and Spurs fans faced the prospect of a pain that Liverpool fans eventually had to suffer. Those at the front were bruised and battered well before kick-off and realised quickly they simply could not escape as things got worse. Some still speak of the crowd being packed so tight that their feet were off the ground as they moved.


Instead those in charge acted sensibly on the feedback of officers on the frontline. As a result they ordered the closure of the gates leading to the most crowded pens, and then directed incoming fans to safer areas. They acted somewhat late, but they did act. And many fans were helped out of the crowded spaces by fellow fans and police alike. They then sat along the edge of the pitch to watch the game unfold.

The injury tally was 38; the death toll, zero, because the right thing -- or, at least, the most right remaining thing -- was done. Tottenham did not have a disaster that day. They've had some epic failures on the pitch, and some big "offs" between their hooligan "firms" and those of opposing clubs; but, as far as I know, never a crowd disaster such as Hillsborough or the 1985 Bradford fire.

The game was a draw, and Spurs won the replay. The same result happened in the Final (without a crush, as it was at Wembley Stadium), as Spurs beat Manchester City. They also won the Cup the next season, although their Semi was at Villa Park, not Hillsborough.

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In the 1983-84 season, Liverpool, a power in English football for the preceding 20 years, won the Football League, and also the European Cup -- the competitions now known as the Premier League and the UEFA Champions League, respectively. Winning either one would have qualified them for the 1984-85 European Cup.

But the 1984 Final was tainted. The Finals are set for neutral sites, much like American football's Super Bowls, but that year's final was set for the Stadio Olimpico in Rome -- and one of that stadium's teams, AS Roma, advanced to the Final.

Liverpool beat them, but not before their fans were attacked by Roma thugs, many of them doing not drive-by shootings, but drive-by slashings, riding those little Italian motor scooters past anyone who looked English, and reaching out with switchblade knives.

So when the 1985 European Cup Final turned out to be Liverpool against another Italian team, Turin-based Juventus, the Scouse fans were ready for it.

The game was played at Heysel Stadium in Brussels, the national stadium of Belgium, which was in bad shape and unfit to host such an important event. I've talked to Arsenal fans who were there for the 1980 European Cup Winners' Cup Final (where they lost to Spanish club Valencia), and they said it was in bad shape then.

Before the game, a group of Liverpool fans ran toward a group of Juve fans. Had the Juve fans stood their ground and fought, many of them might have gotten hurt, but it wouldn't have been as bad as what actually happened.

Instead, they ran, and many of them crashed into a wall, which collapsed. People and chunks of concrete fell onto people below, and 39 died. (Despite recommendations otherwise, the game was played anyway, and Juventus won.)

UEFA -- the Union of European Football Associations -- had previously banned individual English clubs from playing in their various competitions, at first indefinitely, and then limiting it. This had happened to Tottenham after the 1974 UEFA Cup Final in Rotterdam, the Netherlands against Rotterdam club Feyenoord. It had also happened to Leeds after the 1975 European Cup Final in Paris against Bayern Munich.

Both English clubs lost, and both had their bans lifted after 2 years. This time, instead of just sanctioning the team involved, UEFA banned all English clubs for 5 years, and tacked on an additional year for Liverpool.

What did the British government do about this insult? Led by Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, they actually supported the decision. The Iron Lady (more like the Iron Bitch) hated sports, and particularly viewed football club supporters as undereducated, manners-lacking scum -- and likely to vote for her opponents in the Labour Party, rather than her own Conservative Party, anyway.

For this reason, football-mad areas such as Merseyside (home to Liverpool and Everton), Manchester, Birmingham (home to Birmingham City and Aston Villa), the North-East (home to Newcastle United, Sunderland and Middlesbrough), and the cities of Scotland and Wales still tend to vote Labour: Because of a backlash against Thatcher that has lasted nearly 35 years, and has not abated since her death.

By this point, even English liberals were angry at Liverpool, blaming them for their clubs not being able to compete in the European Cup (then a tournament for the defending champions of the various countries' national leagues), or the UEFA Cup (for other high-placing teams), or the European Cup Winners Cup (competed by the winners of the previous season's various national cups like the FA Cup).

Between the Heysel ban (which wasn't entirely Liverpool fans' fault) and Liverpool's perennial success (in 1986 they won the Double), pretty much anybody who wasn't already a Liverpool fan hated Liverpool's guts. (In other words, they were then what Manchester United would become.) Hold this thought.

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Back to Hillsborough. In 1987, a Semifinal was played there, between Coventry City (which would go on to shock Spurs in the Final) and Leeds, whose fans were packed into the Leppings Lane End.

One of them described "disorganisation at the turnstiles and no steward or police direction inside the stadium, resulting in the crowd in one enclosure becoming so compressed he was at times unable to raise and clap his hands." Other accounts told of fans having to be pulled to safety from above.

In 1988, Hillsborough was again a Semifinal site, and the opposing teams were Liverpool, led by Kenny Dalglish (not yet retired as a player, but hardly ever putting himself into games); and Nottingham Forest, led by Brian Clough, once a great player whose career ended too soon due to injury, then became the enfant terrible of English managers. He led Derby County to the 1972 League title, and its East Midlands arch-rivals Forest to it in 1978, and to the European Cup in 1979 and '80. This fed into his massive ego, leading him to say, "I wouldn't say I'm the best manager in the country, but I'm in the top one."

Liverpool won the game, but would be stunned in the Final by South London club Wimbledon. But, for at least the 4th time, the Leppings Lane End was a problem. A Liverpool fan wrote to the FA before the next season's Semifinal, saying, "The whole area was packed solid to the point where it was impossible to move and where I, and others around me, felt considerable concern for personal safety."

The FA didn't listen, and, despite Hillsborough not having a valid safety certificate, it was chosen as a Semifinal site again in 1989. And, again, it would be Liverpool and Forest.

By the time of the Spurs fans' near-disaster of 1981, Hillsborough was one of several English stadiums whose caretakers -- more likely than not to be Conservative -- thought, "If they want to act like animals, we'll put them in a cage." And so perimeter fencing was put up, to make it harder for fans to storm the field -- what the English call a pitch invasion.
Ewood Park, Blackburn, Lancashire, home of Blackburn Rovers.
This stadium has since been completely rebuilt.

Spurs' White Hart Lane had this fencing at least as early as 1978 (as can be seen on the video of Arsenal's Christmas week 5-0 win over their rivals), because the Spurs hooligans were known at the time to be particularly nasty.

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April 15, 1989. To paraphrase America's World War II President, Franklin D. Roosevelt: In Britain, this is a date which lives in infamy.

Construction on a major highway leading into Sheffield led to a lot of fans arriving late. As was nearly always the case in those days, English football matches kicked off precisely at 3:00 in the afternoon on Saturdays.

But as 3:00 approached, a lot of late-arriving fans weren't yet in the stadium. Many had tickets, but weren't able to get in. Many had tickets, but showed up at the wrong gate. Many didn't have tickets, but tried to get in anyway.

A police officer called the stadium operations office, saying that the kickoff should be delayed. This may have been the last moment on the day when the South Yorkshire Police did the right thing. The request was denied.

Remember: There was no Internet as we now know it, and certainly no social media, to warn people of problems: Not from civilians to the police, nor vice versa, nor within either group. Even mobile phones weren't common. There were beepers, but those were mainly for doctors -- and drug dealers. So the cops has to rely on their two-way radios, and civilians had nothing but word of mouth, notoriously short of full reliability.

Concerns were raised that people might be crushed to death outside the gate at the Leppings Lane End. So it was decided to open an additional gate. Unfortunately, the solution turned out to be far worse than the problem.

A BBC TV news report conjectured that if police had positioned two police horses correctly, they would have acted as breakwaters directing many fans into side pens. On this occasion, it was not done.

The fans rushing into the End had, at the time, no idea that they were causing a problem at the front of the End. People were being pushed into the perimeter fencing, and were literally crushed to death, asphyxiated. Some fans, desperate, began to climb the fencing, and got onto the pitch.
At 3:04, 4 minutes into the match, BBC announcer John Motson began to see this, and mentioned it on the air. A policeman ran onto the pitch, got the attention of referee Ray Lewis, and advised him to abandon the match -- call it off. At 3:06 PM, he did.

Emergency services were totally inadequate to the situation. There weren't enough stretchers. Some fans, seeing what was happening, tore advertising signs off the perimeter of the pitch, and used them as stretchers to get the dead and the badly injured out of the way.
But most of the policemen on hand didn't see missions of mercy. They saw fans running onto the pitch, and presumed it must be another hooligan invasion. They stopped people running to help others, and probably prevented the saving of several lives.

An official inquiry later said that everybody who died was already either dead, or beyond saving, by 3:15. Long-suppressed video evidence, backed up by time-stamps, later showed this not to be true in at least 1 case.

Liverpool goalkeeper Bruce Grobbelaar, who had fought in the all-white army of his native Rhodesia as a majority-black population won a civil war and made it into the nation of Zimbabwe, felt his soldier's training kick in, and ran to help -- but the police stopped him. They wouldn't let him be a hero, either.

Fans watching on television couldn't see the reason for the crush. All they saw was fans going onto the pitch, and many figured, "Same old Scousers, causing trouble again. Animals as usual."

But when it became clear that the game wouldn't be played, and why, an entire nation went into shock. This wasn't intentional violence that Liverpool fans were causing. This wasn't violence at all. This was a horrible accident, happening to them.

As I said, this was the pre-Internet age. But many fans at regular season League matches, having brought transistor radios, began to receive details. In his memoir Fever Pitch, writer and Arsenal fan Nick Hornby told of receiving the news at Highbury, watching Arsenal play Newcastle:

There were rumours emanating from those with radios, but we didn't really know anything about it until half-time, when there was no score given for the Liverpool-Forest semi-final, and even then nobody had any real idea of the sickening scale of it all...

A few people, those who had been to Hillsborough for the big occasions, were able to guess whereabouts in the ground the tragedy had occurred; but then, nobody who runs the game has ever been interested in the forebodings of fans.

By the time we got home it was clear that this wasn't just another football accident, the sort that happens once every few years, kills one or two unlucky people, and is general and casually regarded by all the relevant authorities as one of the hazards of our chosen diversion...

Though it is clear that the police messed up badly that afternoon, it would be terribly vengeful to accuse them of anything more than incompetence.

Whether Hornby knew it or not, this last point of his was already untrue before the match was abandoned.

Brian Marwood of Arsenal scored the only goal in that Arsenal-Newcastle match, but recalls that the crowd was somewhat subdued as the game moved toward the final whistle, because people were finding out that the death toll was going up, and up, and up.

In the film version of Fever Pitch, Colin Firth and Ruth Gemmell can be seen after the game, watching a televised news report, saying that at least 74 people have been reported dead. By the time the day was over, there were 94 confirmed deaths. Another died a few days later.

Another remained in a coma for 4 years before mercy finally took hold. This is why many sources written between 1989 and 1993, including Fever Pitch, list the death toll as 95, not the now-familiar 96. Nearly 700 others sustained injuries.

Of those who died, 79 were age 30 or younger. A pair of sisters, three pairs of brothers, and a father and son were among those who died, as were two men about to become fathers for the first time.

The oldest person to die at Hillsborough was 67-year-old Gerard Baron, brother of the late Liverpool player Kevin Baron. The youngest was only 10: His name was Jon-Paul Gilhooley, and he was a cousin of a boy about to turn 9, named Steven Gerrard. Gerrard went on to become one of the legends of English football -- Captain of Liverpool by 2003, meaning he was their Captain on the 15th, the 20th, and the 25th Anniversaries of the disaster.

By the 10th Anniversary in 1999, at least 3 people who survived were known to have committed suicide due to survivor's guilt, including 1 who couldn't go, and had sold his ticket to a man who died. Another had spent 8 years in psychiatric care.

Many survivors fell victim to drinking and drugs. Marriages and families broke up due to the psychological strain of Hillsborough. 

Liverpool manager Dalglish went to several of the Hillsborough victims' funerals, including 4 in one day. It had a profound effect on him, and was a factor in his deciding to resign as manager in 1991 (though he would return many years later).
Dalglish, conferring with the authorities at the game

Queen Elizabeth II, President George H.W. Bush, Pope John Paul II, and even the officials at Juventus, certainly bitter toward Liverpool for the preceding 4 years, sent official condolences.

And if that were the extent of it, the tragedy would be enough to still haunt Merseyside to this day.

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But the British government made things worse for those who survived the disaster, and for those who lost loved ones in it. Police officials told bald-faced lies about what had happened, the higher-up covering for the mistakes of the lower-down. And the government accepted this.

On April 19, just 4 days later, Rupert Murdoch's national newspaper The Sun, fitting his conservative bias and his faux populism, published a banner headline: "THE TRUTH":

* "Some fans picked pockets of victims" (Thus feeding the stereotype of Merseysiders being criminals, thieves in particular)

* "Some fans urinated on the brave cops" (Ditto, and keeping up the traditional Murdoch stance, in whatever country he publishes or broadcasts, of "The police are never wrong")

* "Some fans beat up PC giving kiss of life" (A Police Constable administering cardiopulmonary resuscitation, or CPR)
Lies.

All of these charges were lies, and Murdoch and his editors probably already knew this. Thatcher and her Cabinet probably knew it, too.

Sun editor Kelvin MacKenzie approved the headline, apologized for it in 1993, and retracted his apology in 2006: "I wasn't sorry then, and I'm not sorry now."

In 2017, MacKenzie, still working for The Sun, again published defamatory remarks about Liverpool as a city, and, in the same article, a racist comment about Everton player Ross Barkley. He was suspended by the paper, and Everton banned all people working for The Sun from their facilities, including their stadium, Goodison Park.

It wasn't just The Sun:

* The Daily Star: "Dead Fans Robbed By Drunk Thugs"

* The Sheffield Star: "Fans In Drunken Attacks On Police"

* The Liverpool Daily Post: "I Blame the Yobs" (another word for hooligans)

On September 12, 2012, 23 years later, the British government, through the Hillsborough Independent Panel, finally issued a report exonerating the Liverpool fans. This led MacKenzie to apologize once more, although we've seen what that is worth. Murdoch has never apologized for allowing the despicable front page to be printed, although he did have to print a response.
As the Spurs fan who was caught in the near-disaster at Hillsborough in 1981 put it:

English football still feels bitter about the sorrow of that day. And we all know why that is. The police screwed up; and with the help of the newspapers they blamed us. We football fans were accused of unspeakable horrors that I simply refuse to repeat. And plenty of normal human beings in this country believed it. Then when the truth became apparent the police who screwed up got off scot free for their criminal incompetence, largely thanks to the argument that it was an unprecedented situation.

But that argument was another lie.


As an Arsenal fan, I often accuse Tottenham fans of weak intelligence and poor taste. But this man was there, under circumstances all too close to what would later happen. He knew the score, and used his intelligence to be spot on.

The government and the media blamed the victims. This was cruel, and it was cowardly.

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The aftermath: All English football matches were postponed for 2 weeks. On May 1, a "Bank Holiday Monday," every player across the country wore black armbands for matches, and a minute's silence was held before every kickoff.

The Semifinal was replayed on May 7, and Liverpool beat Nottingham Forest 3-1; and then, against neighboring Everton, won the FA Cup at Wembley on May 20, 3-2, on 2 extra time goals by Ian Rush.

The Liverpool-Arsenal match, scheduled for Liverpool's home of Anfield on April 22, was postponed to Friday night, May 26 -- and it turned out to be the League title-decider. When the Arsenal players came onto the pitch, they were holding bouquets of flowers, and each player in the starting XI ran toward the stands and gave his bouquet to a fan.

With the tiebreakers requiring Arsenal to win by 2 goals, at a stadium where they hadn't won at all in 15 years, to win the League title (and deny Liverpool the Double), they did just that, with Michael Thomas' goal in the 2nd minute of 2nd-half stoppage time giving Arsenal the most dramatic title in League history.

True, Liverpool fans did have the FA Cup, so they didn't exit the season empty-handed. But after all the death and destruction, and the lies and humiliation from the media and their own government, this defeat was another blow to their collective psyche.

The disaster happened 6 months before the Loma Prieta Earthquake interrupted the 1989 World Series in San Francisco. The much-maligned Candlestick Park held, protecting 60,000 people, although 63 people died around the San Francisco Bay Area.

There were stadium accidents in America early in the 20th Century, the worst being a balcony collapse at Baker Bowl in Philadelphia that killed 12 people in 1903. But nothing like Hillsborough has happened here since then.

The Taylor Report, commissioned to find out what had caused the disaster, and to make recommendations as to what to do to prevent repeats, demanded the removal of perimeter fencing, and to make all English stadiums all-seater.

It took a few years, and led to many antiquated stadiums being either replaced by newer ones or completely renovated, but it was done. There has never been another disaster in an English stadium.

Hillsborough Stadium still stands, and is still the home of Sheffield Wednesday. After the Taylor Report, its conversion to all-seater reduced its capacity from about 55,000 to 39,732, and it hosted games in Euro 96, and an FA Cup Semifinal in 1997.

A proposal to expand it to 44,825 was accepted by the city council, but was put on hold after England did not get the rights to host the 2018 World Cup, which was the main reason for the proposed expansion.
Hillsborough as it looks today, post-Taylor Report

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In America, we cringe at the thought of April 15, as it is the deadline day for our federal taxes, and the anniversary of the death by assassination of President Abraham Lincoln.

As sports fans, we celebrate April 15 as the anniversary of the Major League Baseball debut of Jackie Robinson, and the reintegration of the game. But it is also the anniversary of the bombs set off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon in 2013, killing 3 people.

Britain treats April 15 -- or "15 April," as they would write it -- with great solemnity, with moments of silence, with calls for "Justice for the 96" (often abbreviated to "JFT96"), and with the singing of a song which had already become an anthem of joy for Liverpool Football Club, but in 1989 became an anthem of sorrow, comfort, and recovery, the signature song from Rodgers & Hammerstein's 1945 Broadway musical Carousel: "You'll Never Walk Alone."

In 2014, to commemorate the 25th Anniversary of the disaster, every English match was postponed 7 minutes, with a minute's silence to begin at what would have been the 6-minute mark, in honor of the stoppage of play at 3:06. (10:06 AM, U.S. Eastern Time.) Liverpool marked the anniversary yesterday, before their game against Chelsea, which they won 2-0.
I've enlarged the picture, so that their names can be read.

There are documentaries about the disaster on YouTube. I recommend that you watch one. It is a story most Americans do not know. It is a story that anyone with a heart should know.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

What Is "Over the Line" in Fan Chants?

Warning: This post contains filthy language. In this case, I'm not just using it just for the heck of it, or to express my own anger over anything. I'm using it to quote others, to make a point.
February 6, 1958: The Munich Air Disaster. While not the worst disaster that any sports team has ever faced -- there had been, and have since been, in-stadium incidents with greater loss of life -- and later plane crashes have wiped out entire American teams (the 1961 U.S. figure skating team, the 1970 Marshall University and Wichita State University football teams, the 1977 University of Evansville basketball team), it remains the worst loss any professional team has ever faced: 23 dead, including 8 Manchester United soccer players.

Among the 21 who survived were a badly hurt team manager Matt Busby, and 2 other players who survived but were so badly injured that they never played again. This U.S.-based newsreel compares it to the defending World Series winners, the Milwaukee Braves, being involved in a crash.

Two years later, on January 18, 1960, came the closest any North American professional team has come to this happening: The Minneapolis Lakers, nearly mirroring another recent and nearby plane crash (the one that killed Buddy Holly and 3 others on February 3, 1959), were flying from an away game in St. Louis back to Minneapolis, when a snowstorm forced them down into an Iowa cornfield.

(Naturally, team owner Bob Short's reaction was to move the team to Los Angeles in the following offseason, meaning they had to do a lot more flying.)

There are 3 United players who survived the crash and are still alive, 55 years later, following the death last year of Kenny Morgans: Harry Gregg, Bill Foulkes, and Bobby Charlton, who went on to be the centerpiece of the rebuilt United team that won several trophies in the 1960s, and was the leading scorer of the England team that the 1966 World Cup.

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Last night, the New Jersey Devils played the New York Rangers. We beat The Scum, 3-1.

I've been calling the Rangers, the Yankees' arch-rivals the Boston Red Sox, and East Brunswick High School's arch-rivals Old Bridge "The Scum" since I got interested in English soccer, as that term is usually used for an arch-rival team.  Fans of said rivals are often called "Scummers."

Most North American fan behavior usually doesn't get more imaginative than, "Hey, (person's name): You suck!" The English, European and South American soccer chants are much more inventive.

Example: In 1992, Rome-based club Lazio bought Paul Gascoigne from Arsenal's arch-rivals, Tottenham Hotspur. "Gazza" was immensely talented, but he was mentally ill, and an alcoholic. The extent of his psychological impairment would not be known for many years, but his boozy reputation was already known.

And when Lazio played their arch-rivals Roma at the Olympic Stadium (which the two clubs share despite their fans despising each other), the Roma fans had this chant:

UBRIACONE CON ORECCHINO
PAUL GASCOIGNE DARCI UN BOCCHINO

Literally translated, it's "Drunkard with an earring! Paul Gascoigne, give us a little kiss!" But in Italian slang, "Bocchino" can also mean "blowjob."

Did Gascoigne, with his heavy "Geordie" accent (he was from the Newcastle area), mind this? Nope: As the Welshman Ian Rush said when going from Liverpool to Turin's Juventus, the language barrier wouldn't be much of a problem because, "I have enough trouble with English."

But the Lazio fans are known for outrageous behavior. Their hardcore fans, their "ultra," occupy the Stadio Olimpico's Curva Nord -- the north end of the oval stadium. Roma's ultras occupy the south end, the Curva Sud.

And with their fascist background -- Lazio were said to be the favorite team of 1922-43 dictator Benito Mussolini -- they have frequently held up a banner suggesting that Roma have Jewish fans and rely on black players:
Squad of blacks, stand of Hebrews -- though, in this case, "Negri" is the Italian equivalent to what we in America now call "the N-word."

I should note that "ghetto," a word generally associated in America with poor black neighborhoods since the mid-20th Century, previously described Jewish urban neighborhoods, and was originally coined to describe the Jewish neighborhood of Medieval Rome.

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When is sports fan behavior "over the line"? When do fans go too far?

Fans of United's in-city rivals, Manchester City, have had to spend the last 20 years hearing about how Alex Ferguson's teams have won trophy after trophy, largely due to on-field cheating and the intimidating of officials. They are sick of not just the cheating, but the failure of the Football Association (English soccer's governing body) to punish them for it, because a successful United makes a shitload of money for the FA -- and for the British TV networks.

This is true in North American sports: The Yankees-Red Sox rivalry generates money, and so U.S. sports media outlets have an interest in both teams being good, even if, for the moment, the Red Sox can't keep up their end of the bargain. (UPDATE: That was about to be reversed, for both teams.)

Larry Bird and his Boston Celtics in the 1980s, Michael Jordan and his Chicago Bulls in the 1990s, Kobe Bryant and his Los Angeles Lakers the last 13 years, and now LeBron James and his Miami Heat, can play rough and travel and do all kinds of things that the rules, or at least ethics, say shouldn't be done, and the NBA doesn't care. Sidney Crosby can dive all over the place and whine like a little bitch, and the NHL will love it.

And, just as CBS' NFL broadcasts once got it labeled the Cowboys Broadcasting Service, so, too, has NBC been nicknamed the Notredame Broadcasting Company. When certain teams -- usually teams that are in, or, as with Notre Dame, otherwise fit the pattern of, a "big market" -- do well, they are allowed to do better than they deserve.

Meanwhile, from 1976 (the League Cup) until 2011 (the FA Cup), 35 years, Man City didn't win a single trophy of any significance. In 2012, a Sergio Agüero goal in the last minute of the last game of the season meant that City won the League. Had it not been scored, United would have won it, as the tiebreakers would have worked in their favor.

But the Man City fans have occasionally reacted poorly to Man U's ill-gotten gains.  On occasion, they have referenced the Munich crash in their chants. The most common one is to the tune of "The Aeroplane Song":

Who's that dying on the runway?
Who's that lying in the snow?
It's Matt Busby and the boys
making all the fucking noise
'cause they couldn't get the aeroplane to go!

You think I'm kidding? Here's a clip:
Notice that the singers include women, and even kids.  And there are cops there, and they do nothing about it.

Liverpool and Leeds United, also rivals of Manchester United, have also used this song. But Liverpool are the only ones I know of whose fans have actually batted an airplane-shaped balloon around the stands.

Naturally, United fans get all righteous when the Munich crash is referenced. But they go even lower when it comes to Liverpool, the club they replaced as the most successful in England, and near enough to them (33 miles, roughly the distance between my residence and Midtown Manhattan) to be considered their "real rivals."

After the Heysel Disaster, in which 39 Juventus fans were killed in an accident at the 1985 European Cup Final in Brussels, Belgium, Liverpool fans have since been branded "murderers." (Juventus won the game, beating Liverpool 1-0.)

The deaths of the Juve fans were not Liverpool fans' fault at all: They ran from threats, and ran into a wall that collapsed, at a stadium that was too unsafe to host any event, much less Europe's biggest sporting event, what's now known as the UEFA Champions League Final. The old Heysel Stadium has since been demolished, and replaced with the new King Baudouin Stadium.)

Four years later, on April 15, 1989, Liverpool were playing Nottingham Forest in the FA Cup Semifinal, on neutral ground at Hillsborough Stadium in Sheffield, home of Sheffield Wednesday. Arsenal in 1973, Tottenham in 1981, Leeds United in 1987, and Liverpool and Forest themselves in 1988 had all had near-disasters in the stands at that stadium, when stadium stewards and South Yorkshire Police did a poor job of getting them in, and people were nearly crushed and asphyxiated.

When it was Liverpool vs. Forest again in 1989, "nearly" didn't happen: "Actually" happened. Over 600 people were hurt, 96 of them killed, all of them Liverpool fans.

The "Murderers!" chants got worse, and while other clubs have used it, it's Man United fans who use it the most. They also chant, "Ninety-six was not enough!" To the tune of "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day," they still sing, "I Wish It Could Be Hillsborough Every Day!"

This, above and beyond their unearned success, is why Manchester United, while also the most-loved sports team on the planet, are the most hated sports team on the planet. And there's a lot more people who hate them than love them.

Man City fans, for reasons known only to them, have adapted "Winter Wonderland" to sing this about Sir Bobby Charlton, United's greatest player:

There's only one Bobby Charlton.
There's only one Bobby Charlton.
With a packet of sweets
and a cheeky little smile
Charlton is a fucking pedophile.

Charlton is one of the most admired living figures in sport on Earth, and, as far as I know, there is not one shred of evidence of him being guilty of such crimes.

Nor is there any such evidence against Arsenal manager Arsène Wenger. Tottenham fans sing the same song about him, because he seems to favor young players over older ones.

But it's not just Tottenham, who at least have the lame excuse of being less than 5 miles from Arsenal and the glory that Wenger has brought to the club (on top of what it had already earned): Man United fans, to the tune of "La Donna e Mobile" from Giuseppe Verdi's opera Rigoletto, have sung, "Sit down, you pedophile!" at Wenger.

Man United fans are pure evil. All the songs about the Munich crash combined do not justify their despicable behavior.

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Except it's not just them, or Tottenham fans, who are truly loathsome creatures. When Sol Campbell, Tottenham's Captain, played out his contract in 2001 and signed with Arsenal, even before he helped Arsenal win the League and the FA Cup ("doing The Double") in the very next season, and helped Arsenal clinch the 2004 League title at Tottenham's stadium, the "Spurs" fans sang this about Sol, who is black:

Sol, Sol, wherever you may be
you’re on the verge of lunacy!
And we don’t give a fuck
if you’re hanging from a tree
you Judas cunt with HIV!

Like I said: Loathsome creatures.

And this kind of behavior has come to our shores. I was a New York Red Bulls season ticket holder last year, in the South Ward at Red Bull Arena. (I did not renew my ticket, although I will be going to games this season.) And in the 2nd half, when the visiting team would defend the south goal, we would sing the "Packet of sweets" song about the opposing goalkeeper. And we have no way of knowing whether the charge is true -- and it almost certainly is not true for any of those goalies.

With Red Bull Arena being located in Harrison, New Jersey, which is next-door to Kearny, a lot of people from those towns come to the Arena. Many of them are of Scottish descent and root for Glasgow club Rangers. Many of them are of Irish descent and root for Rangers' in-city arch-rivals, Celtic, with their history of assisting Scots of Irish descent.

"The Troubles" in Northern Ireland have lent themselves to "sectarian" songs, with Rangers fans singing about "Fenian blood" and Celtic fans singing songs in praise of the Irish Republican Army. When Rangers fans want to insult Celtic fans' Catholic faith, they shout an obscenity about the Pope. When Celtic fans want to insult Rangers fans' British Unionism, they reverse said obscenity onto Queen Elizabeth II. (Even in this post, I won't post the exact words. Although I am not an admirer of the current Pope, I deeply admired both John Paul II and Elizabeth II.)

There was one pro-Celtic, anti-Rangers chant that I thought was in bad taste, but still funny. A few years back, Rangers goalkeeper Andy Goram was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Most people hear "schizophrenia" and think "multiple-personality disorder." That's wrong: They're thinking of "schizoid tendencies."

Nevertheless, to the tune of "Guantanamera" (written by Cuban poet-soldier José Martí, but popularized in America by folksinger Pete Seeger), they altered the traditional, "One (name of player), there's only one (name of player)!" to sing, "Two Andy Gorams, there's only two Andy Gorams!"

However, when the Scotland national team plays, Celtic and Rangers fans swallow their differences and unite for their "country." And Red Bulls fans, no matter who they support in Europe, leave their international support aside and unite.

Whether Arsenal or Tottenham, Liverpool or Man United, Celtic or Rangers, Real Madrid or Barcelona, or (with the Portuguese community right across the Passaic River in Newark's Ironbound section) Benfica or Sporting Lisbon, they leave each other alone and support the Red Bulls. I have seen occasional scuffles in the South Ward, and not between Red Bulls fans and opposing fans dumb enough to buy a ticket in those sections. But it doesn't happen often.

One of the songs that is sung in the South Ward is by the London-based punk act Cock Sparrer, a minor British hit in 1983:

Take 'em all!
Take 'em all!
Line 'em up against a wall and shoot 'em!
Short and tall!
Watch 'em fall!
Come on, boys, take them all!
Take them all!
Watch them fall!
Take them all!
Watch them fall!
Take 'em all...
(repeat until you get tired and want to sing a new song)
In the wake of the mass shootings of 2012, especially the Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre in Newtown, Connecticut, this song should probably be retired, no matter how much fun it is.

It's over the line.

Thankfully, Major League Soccer has, for the most part, been spared the violence of games in Britain, Europe, and South America.

But not for a lack of provocation.

Sort of makes "Yankees suck!" "Boston sucks!" and "Dallas sucks!" seem tame by comparison.

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UPDATE: On February 18, 2015, West London team Chelsea, whose fans have a history of right-wing bigotry -- the National Front and the English Defence League both recruited from their ranks starting in the early 1980s -- played a Champions League match against the defending French Champions, Paris Saint-Germain. On the way back, a group of their fans filled up a car on the Paris subway, and refused to let a black man on, chanting, to the tune of "I Will Follow Him" by Little Peggy March, "We're racist, we're racist, we're racist, and that's the way we like it, we like it, we like it!"

On September 16, 5 months later, Simon Rowntree, a freelance soccer writer, was covering another Champions League match between Chelsea, by then the defending Premier League Champions, and the defending Champions of Israel, Maccabi Tel Aviv, for whom I have an affinity not just for some Jewish heritage, but also because their home is called Bloomfield Stadium, sharing a name with my original hometown. On Twitter, he posted:

I am at Stamford Bridge and I can hear Chelsea fans singing "We will, we will gas you" along with other anti-semitic chants (1/2)
and making hissing noises towards the direction of the Maccabi Tel Aviv supporters. This is simply disgusting. (2/2)

Chelsea fans are animals.