Larry Wells2 said:Did Thomas mention that his firm was picked up as a PR agency for Microsoft? Apparently—he secured the funding for the campaign.
That’s it—you’ve cracked the code... now we’re finally on the same level as you guys!
No matter how much you and your managers try—and let’s be honest, you’ve been at this for five years now—to dig up some excuse to justify your nonsense, it’s all for nothing!
For five years, we didn't accept a single cent from anyone—unlike some of your local "legends" who were busy lining the association's pockets with donations from that Democratic mayor back then. You guys basically performed choreographed sponsorship acts and even invited that same mayor to group birthdays just so he could score political points. That was "your" era—a total renaissance. It’s the time when people were singing praises for Bandić while everyone else felt nothing but embarrassment.
We never received a single season ticket from the club—not one. Not once were we treated to a trip on the organization's dime, nor did we ever have a meeting with local officials that resulted in anything other than five years of unprecedented, senseless witch hunts. We could have simply knocked on their doors and asked, much like you lot do, but we didn't—because we’re just a ragtag group of outsiders left with nothing. Meanwhile, you all acted like fair-weather fans, nowhere to be found while we were out there putting our necks on the line for this club and our supporters.
You showed up two years ago to set up a section that doesn't light flares, doesn't cause any trouble, and avoids those messy away trips—essentially just acting as a puppet group for the front office to mimic what we do. I get why some of the older crowd would play along with ownership since they were never capable of holding their own in the streets, but you lot—bottom-feeders who don't have a dime to your names yet follow them around for scraps—are truly something else.
You can't go setting fires in the stands, buddy—that’s just not how it works. You were all patriotic and loud when we played against teams like Austin FC or the Sounders, but you went completely silent during the Olympiacos match because you're too busy worrying about what your sponsors think. We don't care about the local gossip or whether the higher-ups approve—we stand together, period.
Five years—it’s been a long road, king—nothing but pure struggle and bitterness, honestly. No perks, just endless debt and life's constant headaches; hundreds of reports and bans later, that’s our reality, whereas you lot have it easy.
You lot are nothing more than hooligan trash—total bottom-feeders working for pennies—whereas we are the true urban rebels who refuse to sell out our convictions. We’ll travel to the toughest away matches all over Europe without permission, even with targets on our backs, just to stand our ground against everyone.
Some quit—some just grew tired—others stayed put or made mistakes along the way... but you all simply sold yourselves out.
We chose this club because we turned our backs on the glitz of the Champions League and the shallow distractions meant for the corporate crowd—opting instead for a relentless pursuit of integrity, even if it means living on the edge. We exist for the club itself, not to chase marketing dollars, ticket sales, or handouts. If that trophy ever actually comes home, we could command fees you wouldn't even dare to imagine—money your boss would practically be begging to hand us on his knees. We’ve walked away from more wealth and privilege than you can dream of, all to ensure we stay free and keep dreaming of a real club—because we refuse to be part of a farce.
We do it because we can—we're rebels at heart—whereas you lot are just small-minded peasants. We understand what true loyalty means—the kind where a brother walks away from his job and risks his family's livelihood just to show up for an away game he knows he won't even get into—simply because his brothers are going. You don't leave a brother hanging in the lurch. That’s how we were raised—unlike you.
While we were busy shouting about your boss's regional fraud scheme—all while certain people were being dragged through the papers for their neo-Nazi sympathies—90 percent of you were just busy swiping Snickers bars at Walmart. You were laughing at us—the ones who actually showed up to the games and gave everything—even though we never walked away with a trophy.
You simply cannot grasp this—you aren't part of us. You’ll never understand the pure joy we find in our struggles alongside our brothers, stretching from the East Coast all the way to the West Coast—that's a bond you can't replicate with your luxury tour buses, massive stadiums, or Champions League glory.
The fact that you’re targeting people who haven't mattered in the supporter scene for ages—like Thomas and others from that era—doesn't change the reality of what you've turned yourselves into. It doesn't hide how much you've compromised your own integrity. We aren't bothered, though; we know there have always been different types of supporters. There are the spineless ones—born with nothing and ready to sell out anyone for a quick buck—and then there are the extremists at the other end of the spectrum. You can't wrap your heads around them, and frankly, they make you feel small.
You're lucky that those of us with actual insight into these matters don't debate this in public—mostly because we are genuinely embarrassed by what you have done and continue to do. We're also ashamed of the legacy you've handed down to these kids today. We still possess that sense of loyalty—that code—which tells us that dirty laundry should stay behind closed doors.
That kind of behavior is for petty individuals, not true fans. That is exactly what you have become.