The Best Wee Country In The World?
That’s nearly a week since our trip to the dark side,where our victory in their ain midden sent the hordes into their usual violent mode. You know,the one they go into any time they lose. And even,as we saw in George Square a couple of times last season and on many occasions before and since,when they actually win.
What is it that turns usually pleasant people into snarling violent and foul-mouthed disgraces to the species? Drunk on their own superiority and The Buckie,win or lose they’re on the rampage. Wives and girlfriends praying for their men to be too drunk to take their ire out on them,while A&E departments are on standby for a busy night?
I used to put it down to that hun mob mentality,and I’m sure you’ve all witnessed it. Three or more of them together,no matter the venue,and out comes the songbook. And worse.
So here’s a random list of their “indiscretions” from Sunday in particular,and the recent past. Our players entering the stadium under a hail of abuse,vitriol and spittle,with scarce if any protection. Our former players being barred from commentary roles as the club cannot-read,will not-guarantee their safety. Our few fans being told to arrive TWO HOURS early for the same reason. Then being pelted with missiles when they get there anyway.
As do fans of every other club.
Security staff who aren’t,as they don’t have the appropriate industry qualifications. Fans watching from the gangways as they don’t have an allocated seat-that should be easy to check,thanks to electronic turnstyling tallying the number in attendance. Illegal song books being belted out non-stop. Enough booze being smuggled in by already drunk fans-both of which are illegal,btw-to float a battleship
Fans running onto the pitch to attack opposition players,a recent example being against Broonie. And possibly most dangerous of all,the hail of missiles raining down on opposition players when they get within range.
Most heinous of all,the broken bottle on Sunday.
Yet for all of the above,and believe me that I only scratched the surface,no action is ever taken.
In England and elsewhere,miscreants are identified and given life bans by the clubs almost before they have actually done it! Fans are charged and appear in court,losing their good name and frequently their job. Clubs are heavily fined,sometimes given points deductions or stadium closures.
With the huns though,nothing nada zilch. Ever. Not in Scotland,though UEFA have often done their bit. Police “appeal for witnesses” as though that is ever going to work,instead of doing their job at the time,or trawling through the multitude of CCTV available. The media gloss over it with the occasional reference,done my bit so it’s history now.
The SFA/SPFL sit on their hands,as MAHE accurately pointed out on Tuesday. Even our own club,despite the serious injury risk faced by our keeper and the actual one suffered by one of the bench,say not a dickie bird.
So maybe instead of asking “What is it that turns usually pleasant people into snarling violent and foul-mouthed disgraces to the species? Drunk on their own superiority and The Buckie,win or lose they’re on the rampage. Wives and girlfriends praying for their men to be too drunk to take their ire out on them,while A&E departments are on standby for a busy night?”,we should ask ourselves WHY they act that way.
And the simple and unpalatable truth is-BECAUSE THEY CAN!!!
Nobody in Scotland ever does a bliddy thing to stop it. Neither Police Scotland,the media,the football authorities nor that club itself. Until someone with the power to do so says-ENOUGH!-the constant disgrace will continue. And as much as I love Scotland,that makes a mockery of our claim to be the best wee country in the world.
Above article by BMCUWP