Matthew Foster8
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joined Sep 2011
The hatred really kicked off when you lot started cheering alongside those guys from the Bronx against the Cleveland Guardians during that cup final in Belgrade—selling flares to the very same people you claim to despise, along with those crowds from Sarajevo and whoever else was in the mix, leading right into those massive riots in '88 and the smaller ones in '90.
Back in the day, when we were heading down to Cleveland the old-school way, the animosity was always there. During the early nineties, through all those little away trips, we’d cross the water and let me tell you, it was never exactly a pleasant experience. You’d get off the ferry at 7 AM, those massive gates would swing open for the cars, and you're just stuck there waiting—the game isn't until 8 PM, or you've got a ride back to Chicago at noon—all while dealing with constant drizzle, fog, and general crap. Then you'd catch some random bus line heading toward the coast, and that was the routine until the early 2000s. The last group that used to make that trek constantly was the Park E.M. crowd, and there was always something going down in Cleveland. After that, the cops started cracking down, setting up checkpoints everywhere before reaching the city. The younger generation coming out lately travels in these organized packs without even knowing what they're getting into; honestly, to me, you look more like some average, modern Italian ultra group. And after all these years, you haven't actually achieved anything. So, how exactly are people supposed to respect you? It's not like you even show up in Miami anymore... though there are still plenty of older fans who hate you more than the Chicago crowd does—which is probably the biggest compliment you'll get, aside from the few who genuinely loathe you, while the kids just treat you like some mid-tier local rivals.
Things change, I guess... these days, there are people (the younger ones) who hate the establishment more because of how they act in places like New Orleans than they ever will hate you, which isn't exactly a compliment either.
Anyway, I've been to Cleveland a million times; the people (who aren't part of the ultras) are fine. I always had a good time there, especially the local eateries.