Banter, Fanaticism & The Number 96

By on Aug 21, 2009 in Latest, Politics | 9 comments

Let’s take a moment to try and see into the mind of the man that bought the Manchester United shirt in this story from The Guardian. He went to a sports store and spent fifty-five pounds on a replica shirt – fifty-five pounds! – and, instead of having the name of his favourite player or even his own name printed on the back of it, decided to have “YSB” (which stands for “You Scouse Bastards”, apparently), “96″ and “Not Enough” printed on the back of it. Some of you may not wish to dwell upon the sort of neanderthal, knuckle-dragging moron that would consider this to be a good idea and the very last word in sartorial elegance but he is worth dwelling upon, because he is a symbol of a wider phenomenon that has crept into football over the last couple of decades – the culture of taking football rather too seriously.

As with so many of life’s ills, we can hold Rupert Murdoch at least partially responsible for this movement. At some point in the early 1990s somebody in the media decided that football matters. Not matters in the sense of wanting our team to win and being disappointed if they don’t, but matters in the sense that we have to live, breathe and absorb the game through osmosis, if possible. The popular cliche of the football supporter went from a drunken, knife-wielding maniac to a man with at least fifty replica shirts, a hat, a scarf and cat named after his club’s greatest ever player within the space of about five years in the early 1990s. “Supporters”, people that got behind their teams, became “fans”, a contraction of the word “fanatic”, devoid of reason and blinded by their own prejudices. Hitler was a fanatic. Al-Qaeda are fanatics. Draw your own conclusions.

Of course, it suits the media and the clubs for people to be fanatics. For these guys, fanatics are a brilliant captive audience. All Sky Sports have to say is a reassuring, “We know how you feel, because we feel the same” and they can sit back expecting drooling, gurgling noises and (most importantly, from their point of view) hundreds of millions of pounds to come rolling into their bank account. The clubs, meanwhile, stock their shops with tat in the expectation that people will lap it up, and the fact that football club megastores still exist would seem to demonstrate that they do. Of course, there are strong arguments to say that these are fairly harmless activities and that people should be able to spend their money as they wish, but this isn’t where the spread of fanaticism ends.

In the world of the fanatic, it is starting to become apparent that merely supporting your team isn’t enough. Even loving your team isn’t really enough. These days, you can’t be a real fan unless you hate your rivals as much as you love your own team. This doesn’t merely mean that you just want your lot to beat them and that maybe you dislike them a little bit.  It’s not even enough, apparently, to hate their players or their manager. You have to hate the club, it’s players, its supporters and the city that it comes from. Or the part of the city, if they come from the same city as your team.  You have to hate them so much that, if you support Manchester United, you have to wish that more than ninety-six Liverpool supporters had died in British football’s worst disaster, and you’d want to advertise the fact this is your opinion by putting it on a replica shirt. Also, you wouldn’t even be able to bring yourself to call them “Liverpool”. You’d spit “Scouse bastards” at them instead.

We have touched on the lack of self-awareness of people that engage in this sort of behaviour on here before (the two sides of the same coin, and all that), but the spite of it all has rather crept up on us, and anybody about to leap on their high horse about Manchester United and their supporters should probably pause to consider that their own club’s “fans” are likely to be just as vituperative. For every “Scouse bastard”, there is a “Munich”, a “Hun”, “Bitter Blue” or a “Scummer”. Worst of all, the fanatic is bad for the rest of us. He makes our world sink a little when a story like the one linked at the top of this page becomes public. He allows clubs to push up ticket prices by 5-10% per year when inflation is at 1.5% and still falling. He drowns out more reasoned debate with his braying, spit-inflected rage and, above everything else, he is what a large number of people that don’t care about football at all think we are all like. If you stop and think about it for a second, it’s not very flattering.

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  1. A more erudite example of the current problems football supporting has is hard to come by than this disturbing man and his purchase and the conclusion you draw is in my opinion valid and expandable.

    Football website fora are brim full of people using the anonymity of screen names to attack strangers for their views – the editor of this site has suffered that as much as anyone – in what writer Paul Fifth described as the last recouse of football hooliganism and the first steps back towards it.

    Telling though it is often the type of fanatic who is considered the core constituent by football clubs with their views given significant regard should they be booed from the stands or daubed on message boards. Clubs live in fear of upsetting the type of fanatic you speak of to an extent where illogical decision making for appeasement is common place.

    Michael Wood

    August 21, 2009

  2. The number of people who think it’s clever to refer to “Scumdon” on Oxford United message boards is deeply depressing.

    I know at least two people who have named cats after football players. Would it not be better if football players (and indeed clubs) were named after cats?

    ejh

    August 21, 2009

  3. Lokomotiv Mimi Yoshimi Bambini (my very own cat’s name) has a certain ring to it.

    admin

    August 21, 2009

  4. Ah, another Japanese name, like mine. Perhaps Sporting Ichy would be my choice. Or maybe even Sporting Ichy The God-Queen-Empress Of The Planet Of The Cats.

    Or Manchester Tiddles.

    ejh

    August 21, 2009

  5. I used to have a hamster called Ericcantona.

    Chris Taylor

    August 21, 2009

  6. My first cat was named after the bass player in the Sex Pistols.

    While I agree with the main thrust of your article, I’m not sure that a) fanaticism was created by Sky etc, but rather that they tapped into an already existing phenomenon, and b) that the culture you describe has only been around since the 1990s. I can remember in the 1970s people naming their children after all the players in the team they followed, and others who painted their houses in the colours of their teams, etc. It’s only in the age of the internet and mass instant communication that it’s become more noticeable, but it’s something that’s been around since at least the end of WWII, and probably before.

    Boris

    August 21, 2009

  7. Great article.
    Another side of this type of ‘support’ is thier ludicrous defence of price increases. I recently dared to question whether Aldershot might be charging too much for division 4 football and was subject to plenty of venom for daring to suggest that the club might, just might be getting it wrong.
    Most arguments were along the lines of ‘how dare you question our clubs methods’, and ‘would you rather see us sink back into non league’. The answer to which would be yes, if it meant I could afford to go. Success is all that matters to these people.

    Adrian Brown

    August 24, 2009

  8. Next cat I get is definitely going to be called Modric.

    John A

    August 24, 2009

  9. Surely it’s obvious that dogs should benamed after football players and cats should be named after Egyptian deities?

    NottyImp

    October 21, 2009

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