Taylor Sanchez3
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11 messages
joined Apr 2014
Hey everyone, I see the debate over "toughness" is heating up again, so I figured I’d weigh in with some personal perspective. I’ve been into sports practically since I was a kid, and since 2009, I’ve stepped into the ring for about a dozen amateur and pro kickboxing matches at various tournaments—with mixed results, if I’m being honest. I train every single day; during "season," I’ll even pull double sessions. I drink quite a bit, I smoke occasionally, but I don't touch drugs, nor do I have any intention to. I don't use doping or steroids either. At around 195 pounds, if you saw me just walking down the street in normal clothes, you wouldn't guess I'm essentially a semi-pro boxer. But trust me, when I throw, I throw hard. Also, being part of the hardcore fan scene is a huge part of my life. I won't specify which group I belong to in this post, because you'll understand why. I’ve been reading people claim that Americans, Russians, and others are all just fake tough guys, and I’d like to offer a bit of a correction there. I can tell you with absolute certainty that there is no greater adrenaline rush than stepping into a ring 1-on-1 with someone, and frankly, it isn't for everyone. That sensation in your head and your stomach right before a fight—you have to learn how to master it, and once you do, that's when you can say a man actually has guts. What does this have to do with fans? It has everything to do with learning who sitting next to you in the stands actually has balls and who doesn't. Who is a coward and who isn't. Who is going to stand their ground for you, and who is going to bolt like a terrified child the second things get heavy. In this "street style" mentality that people started using a few years back—because apparently, we were all just polite Englishmen or something before that—you can never truly know who the cowards are standing right beside you. It’s the easiest thing in the world to hurl stones, flares, or bottles; that’s child's play. However, once the arsenal is empty and things escalate to full-on physical contact, that’s the moment you realize you're on the ground, watching your "brothers" in the stands sprinting away from the chaos. That is my own personal experience, and let me tell you, it was a painful lesson. I didn't get beaten up by professional fighters—in fact, I probably would have held my own 1-on-1 against most of them. But because of that lack of courage and strength that these "tough" fans love to brag about on Facebook and internet forums, you end up getting absolutely pummeled. That is the reality of most of our scene, and you can see for yourselves why there is so much resistance to organized clashes. All these fairy tales about a lack of spontaneity or "madness" are total nonsense. The only thing missing is actual courage. And once you feel that adrenaline and that madness that comes with an organized confrontation, I promise you, you’ll never want to go back to the old way of just throwing rocks and bottles. To circle back to the beginning: you don't necessarily have to be a fighter or train, though it certainly helps for your own sake. This is just my personal take, coming from someone who trains, drinks, smokes, and messes around just like anyone else. And what makes me happy is that lately, I've managed to bring a few more guys from the stands along with me on this journey. So, who knows, maybe one day... 🙂
Best regards.