Fotbalul englez e un eco-sistem care o dată ce te-a înşfăcat începe să te absoarbă până în punctul în care nici nu-i mai vezi ciudăţeniile. Pentru cei din afară, rămâne totuşi un sport destul de curios. Iată concluziile unei americance pentru NYT:
RULE NO. 4: The fans’ happiness is not straightforward.
At a match in January, Arsenal was trouncing visiting West Ham, another London team, which meant that most of the people at Emirates Stadium, their home ground, should have been in a good mood. (The West Ham fans were crammed into such a tiny section that their mood barely counted).
But there was an underlying restlessness, and every time Arsenal did anything wrong, like lose possession of the ball, a portion of the home-club fans began abusing the manager, Arsène Wenger, for not having won any trophies in several years.
One man sitting near me was uttering a torrent of profane anti-Wenger imprecations in a low monotone, in the manner of a psychotic cattle auctioneer narrating a pornographic movie. What was his problem, I asked, given that the team was ahead by four goals?
“He’s effing useless,” the man said (among other things).
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