nimblemoose2 said:From 1988 through 2005, we saw the peak activity, specifically during that intense stretch from the mid-90s stretching right into the early 2000s.
Man, what are you even talking about? Have you ever heard of a generational shift? For crying out loud, you can't have Nesta and Maldini carrying Milan forever; everything has its peak and its limits. I’d love to see what today's generation is capable of when they actually reach my age. Even now, they struggle just to make it to a local game, let alone travel for away matches. Seriously, back in my day, we used to pull three or four-day trips just for an away game.
I don't really have any business getting involved since I'm not exactly an active fan, but seeing everything being written here, I just had to chime in. 😁
Look, my friend, people from your generation were the very first ones to sell their souls to the establishment. They’ve pivoted from one corporate overlord to the next, moving seamlessly from local conglomerates to giants like Heinz. At the very first sign of trouble, they turned their backs on both the club and the group just to align themselves with the higher-ups. Now, you see them every single day on social media, dying of "love" for the club and the crew, sporting profile pictures covered in group motifs and those signature sticks alongside that unmistakable number 86. The fact that they actively fought against the number 86 doesn't even phase them anymore; as long as they can shout and drink, they couldn't care less about their past hypocrisy. Honestly, whenever I see those status updates where they claim to be "defending the city," I can't help but feel a sense of pure shame. The only time they actually bother defending anything is when they're sitting around a table, tearing into a plate of veal.
Let us not overlook the instances of gunfire directed at civilians or the tactical breaches where officers stormed Bubbles' quarters with batons drawn. It was precisely during these moments that people your age were the very first to sell out, standing there and confidently asserting that absolutely nothing wrong was happening.
Let's keep this momentum going.
Are you dissatisfied with today's generation of kids? Fine, I am actually quite pleased about it. Today's youth haven't built up this delusional mythos about being the premier gang in all of Europe, acting as if the entire continent trembles because we are "unstoppable" (I can't even remember the lyrics to that moronic song) or maintaining those dark, intimidating stares that everyone supposedly shrinks from. They haven't inherited the various adolescent nonsense we fed ourselves for years without any actual foundation. Back in our day, the peak was smashing things up in small towns across the Midwest, long before we were ever facing off against elite squads. Those high-stakes confrontations only happened later, once the group was already under massive, invisible repression specifically designed to wipe out the Bad Boys name. The group, full of itself, went looking for a fight with the establishment because they expected that struggle to unify everyone. Honestly, the first people to screw us over were the ones currently peddling demagoguery to these kids, claiming the group was at its absolute zenith while they were leading it. What they conveniently omit is that back then, the leader was a regular fixture at local bars, blowing cash left and right. But we always knew they would screw us over and jump ship to their sponsors. However, nobody accounted for the big leader’s obsession with profit. He became far too greedy and, along with a small circle of associates, stabbed the rest of us in the back. Consequently, year after year, those who constantly flattered themselves by claiming to be the top gang in Europe and "unstoppable" slowly retreated into their holes or abandoned the whole movement entirely. When things got rough, they vanished. Only a few, very few, remained. Those dark, intimidating stares suddenly turned into soft, timid looks. In their place came these kids of today. And now, there is this expectation that these kids will be miracle workers capable of fixing and rectifying the sins of the older generations. It is expected that they should be brawling on the streets with garbage collectors who are twenty years older than them; they are expected to drive away the heavy hitters despite having zero support; they are apparently the ones to blame because the city has become soft. Let me correct that statement: it isn't the city that's soft, it's the mentality. There is a weak mindset where people will fall to their knees if it guarantees them personal gain, and they have an interest in sucking up to anyone—even the boss himself—as long as he has the money, regardless of how he gets it. It doesn't matter; the kids are expected to do everything themselves without any help, otherwise they are considered weaklings and cowards, unworthy of the old veterans. And those veterans are the exact same people who crawled into their holes the moment things got difficult. I especially love this mantra about the "good old days"—those "good old days" when the group functioned like a typical agency.
I was one of the first people to get cut from this group, and honestly, seeing today’s generation of kids jumping around and celebrating goals after everything we endured over these last seven years doesn't bring me any joy. It actually makes me feel quite heavy-hearted. However, I have no intention of hurling insults at them. Nor do I expect them to become the most fanatic generation in this group's history. My only hope is that they never reach a point where they find it in their hearts to forgive that small circle of scumbags. It actually amuses me to read all the posts lately about how they are begging for forgiveness and seeking amnesty. These kids today have their own path to walk, and those of us from the older generations have nothing to lecture them about. The most vital thing is that they continue to build this community on healthy foundations, free from the influence of those lowlifes who are willing to sell out or turn this whole thing into an agency again. And if possible, let's ensure we don't end up talking about the "top gang in Europe" or those "unstoppables"—that adolescent nonsense that suffered a total defeat when it actually mattered during the real fight against the Chetniks.