nimblebison8 said:Not everyone in the North is a North Weeper. Get it through your thick skulls—there are plenty of people who don't have a clue what's actually going down in the stands.
If you're getting triggered because some non-ultras are posting here, just scroll past. But if you aren't a Bad Boy, it doesn't mean you're living under a media blackout in some cave without power or internet.
Anyone who actually wants to know knows exactly what those thugs and their cops are doing to the group and everyone around it.
There’s a ridiculous amount of insane bans being slapped on people of all ages just because some club cop sucking Mamić's dick—while we pay the taxes—got a little hard and decided he needed his own private camp right in the middle of Yankee Stadium.
That pathetic bunch of mercenaries knows it well, and it's honestly hilarious that they even get labeled as fans when they clearly aren't.
If you want to pick fights, do it before or after the match. If you're "neutral," fine—go sit in the West stands and enjoy the soccer and the obnoxious music.
But if you call yourself a fan in the way this thread defines it, you can't side with the repression and the commanders of those fake camps.
y o u c a n t Not even once, and definitely not more than once.
After that, you're automatically a bag of rotting trash left out in the summer heat, and you'll know it by how people walk around you in a wide circle with looks of pure disgust.
That's how I see someone like you, who doesn't give a damn about the fan culture, so I can't even imagine how much it nauseates anyone who actually feels like a true supporter.
Go ahead and hate someone before or after the game, but
y o u c a n t stand in the North next to some moron banging a drum like a freaking Kubrick monkey from 2001: A Space Odyssey
and pretend that the club's cancer doesn't affect you, acting like
"man, just Dynamo" or "we've got our drums and our new gear."
Yeah, you've got nothing.
If you're in the North today, you're the total opposite of a real fan.
If you're in the North today, you're a nobody, and nobody cares who you used to be.
End of story.