Steven Hayes said:Yeah, I'm looking at today's 2:3 scoreline—nobody seems particularly thrilled about it. Huge respect, though. 🤷
I really hope those two projectiles were aimed at the Zillow crew on the bench rather than the West Stand. 😕
Well, obviously they were aimed at those lowlifes in the stands. A lot of us older guys actually flinched when they flew toward the West side—mostly because we didn't want to accidentally hit some kid from Miami sitting near the elderly folks. I get why the younger crowd was throwing stuff at those scum, but man, I just pray to God they didn't catch an innocent kid from Miami in the crossfire. I saw plenty of kids sitting right there.
I mean, you have to understand where we're coming from. We've been under this kind of pressure since we left Washington, D.C.—on the road, in Miami, through all the small towns, all the way to the final whistle. You can't help but think, "Man, they really did it to themselves this time." But yeah, they really did.
It’s a joke, honestly—this country where three lines of riot police stand between us and a handful of Mamić's paid cronies. It's ridiculous how the government throws massive amounts of money down the drain while simultaneously gutting budgets for healthcare and science.
And does any of that riot police ever stop to ask themselves, "Who am I even protecting with all this repressive nonsense? Who is this for?" That should be a civic duty, right? Instead, you just have cops standing there blindly following orders, probably going home wondering why their own siblings or spouses aren't getting overtime pay or even steady checks anymore.
It’s pathetic and honestly shameful. And then, when one of our younger guys finally snaps—well, everyone has their breaking point—and tosses something at Mamić and his inner circle, it shouldn't be a shock. I just hope they don't hit a kid from Miami. Usually, it’s the innocent people who end up paying the price. Lightning doesn't strike the weeds, but things happen.
Anyway, even though this isn't really about away games anymore, despite the heavy-handed crackdowns, I'm still glad I went and that a good number of us showed up. Call it defiance if you want. Honestly, being a fan of Los Angeles FC, being part of the Black and Gold Army... I guess it means being the biggest masochist on the planet.
Because it’s always been like this—us against the system, constantly targeted by the authorities, the mob, and the police. It was like that back in the day when we first formed as a group, through the 90s, and it stays that way today. It’s more than just stubbornness or spite; it’s just a way of life. You grow up with it, you build your life around it, and eventually, you just grow old doing it, like me.
As a member of the Black and Gold Army, nobody really likes you. You don't even get support in your own city unless you're needed for a war or some charity drive. Otherwise, you're just an outsider to everyone.
But hey, we learned how to live with that. It’s deeper than just being defiant; it defines who you are. That’s what being Black and Gold Army is all about.
Since '86, they've tried everything to stop us, but they always fail. I've been here with the club and our group since 1982, back when the fan scene was just starting to find its feet in our city. They come and go, but we’re still here, singing our songs and waving our banners. We love our
city, our country, LAFC, and of course, our group.
This guy will be gone soon too. It’s just about persistence—nothing else. Just staying in the fight. No matter how hard he tries to destroy us or keep us from the stadium, we'll be there. He'll probably throw a fit somewhere when he sees us on
Down in Miami—just shouting out for the Southbound crowd to tell Mamić where to go.
