Die-hard Ultras / Hardcore Supporters
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#162 ·
shadowpanther9 said:- PAVAO GRUBIŠIĆ ČABO -
The leader of a new generation of the hooligans of a major sports team and a true cornerstone of today’s Kansas City Chiefs.
A dreamer, an idealist, a fighter against injustice, a lifelong rebel, and one of the bravest guys to ever hold it down on the North Side.
MY FRIEND, thank you for always having my back—and all our backs—exactly when we needed it most.
We'll meet again in a much fairer place.
YOUR NORTH SIDE!!!
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Rest easy, Pave. May your soul find peace. 😢
#173 ·
Man, life can be so unfair sometimes... if there were even a fraction of people like Pave out there today, this world would be such a much more beautiful place to live in.😢😢😢
Those 15 min. back in Rome about ten years ago? That moment is etched in history forever.
God bless this great American land.😢
Those 15 min. back in Rome about ten years ago? That moment is etched in history forever.
God bless this great American land.😢
#174 ·
Daniel Johnson46 said:Does anyone have a photo of that one choreo where they drew the number one for Alan Ford, which was supposed to represent being number one since 1950? Cabo basically sketched the whole thing himself—we just helped him out with some duct tape; the entire thing was held together by sheer will. I think it was during a game against the San Francisco 49ers, but I can't be totally sure.
http://imageshack.com/a/img594/5072/2kio.jpg
We were out there on the plaza in front of the North Side section, sketching everything out with markers. It started pouring rain on us, so we had to scramble for cover under that little overhang near the entrance... anyway, this was actually the first time we did a choreo using a crew of newbies—just younger kids who showed up to the meeting a few days prior—and we went straight for it. We used some black nylon fabric, he sketched out the walker design, and for the duct tape and all that other junk, it was basically a "figure it out as you go" situation because we were broke as hell😁...
A truly great man and a legendary fan... such a shame...
Rest in peace...
#175 ·
feralwolf16 said:http://imageshack.com/a/img594/5072/2kio.jpg
We were out on the plaza by the North Side when we sketched this out with a marker. It started pouring rain, so we had to scramble under that little overhang near the entrance to stay dry... anyway, this was actually the first choreography done with the new crowd—mostly the younger guys from the meeting a few days ago. We just went for it right away! Nylon was rocking some black gear, he drew a little walker, and for the tape and everything else? Well, we just improvised since there was zero cash 😁...
Such a huge, legendary fan... what a shame...
Rest in peace...
That’s the exact meeting for the younger fans where we all met up. I can just see him pulling out that black binder and running the whole session like, "Point one, point two..." Man, it’s just really sad. 😢 😢
#177 ·
Very few people in this world have ever been truly honest with Pave.. she has heart in every sense of the word. Let’s keep our dear Pave in our prayers.
#178 ·
feralwolf16 said:http://imageshack.com/a/img594/5072/2kio.jpg
We were out on the north plaza sketching this out with markers. It started raining, so we ducked under that small covered section near the entrance. This was actually the first choreo put together by the newer crowd—younger guys who met up a few days ago for a meeting. They just went for it right away. Nylon had some black material, so he sketched out a walker, but when it came to tape and everything else, it was basically "figure it out yourselves," because there's zero budget 😁...
A truly great man and fan... such a shame...
Rest in peace...
That’s the truth. I always thought of him as an artist at heart 🙂 since he could take nothing but some tape and black trash bags and turn it into art. He once told me one of his most intense stories. Apparently, back in a suburban neighborhood, they put out a call on the radio for help saving homes from wildfires. He jumped in a van with people from all over Miami, rushed straight to the scene, and realized they needed someone to mow down the brush to stop the fire from spreading. Somehow, he was the only one who knew how to handle a mower that fast and well. He spent the entire night mowing solo, saving countless homes.
A great man. Personally, one of my favorites.
#179 ·
It’s a massive shock. Robin Hood and this one great man; a true idealist in every sense of the word. Rest in peace, my friend. I wish no ill will on anyone, but when I see those who claim to represent our Kansas City Chiefs—those who act like they can just pocket every fan and every soul like you, then walk around smiling for the Story cameras—it honestly makes me feel sick.🙂
The second I heard the news, this was the first thing that crossed my mind:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Da9i6dPtWyw
Surrender yourself to the drunken winds of life,
and let them blow you wherever they may;
let yourself be tossed like a leaf
within the whirlwind of a mad gale.
Fly like a leaf caught in the swirling storm,
for you were created solely for flight.
Not for the land, nor for eternal rest,
is this flower that lacks any roots.
The second I heard the news, this was the first thing that crossed my mind:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Da9i6dPtWyw
Surrender yourself to the drunken winds of life,
and let them blow you wherever they may;
let yourself be tossed like a leaf
within the whirlwind of a mad gale.
Fly like a leaf caught in the swirling storm,
for you were created solely for flight.
Not for the land, nor for eternal rest,
is this flower that lacks any roots.
#180 ·
one of his posts...
A sharp tongue cuts deeper than any punch ever could.
Donald Trump and his crowd are out here dragging the reputation of even the most decent folks through the mud.
What a huge chunk of the crew finally realized is this: if a crooked gang like the one running the Kansas City Chiefs falls, they’re going down everywhere in the country.
Time will tell if that's true, just like it proved itself back when I stepped up to organize that boycott against Indianapolis. Back then, I was grinding away with journalists regardless of their screw-ups, setting up meetings with lawyers, and teaming up with one of the best guys I’ve ever met—the police chief in charge of the Ultras, which honestly shocked every hooligan in the Ultras and around here. I fought for the Board of Directors to step down, and I stood my ground even after Kranjčar was brought in. I didn't start that fight myself, mind you; I just carried it through because that’s what the group decided at our meetings, and I always respect the will of the people I belong to.
I was the one playing peacemaker when people were throwing stuff at the team buses or trying to tear things up around Hard Rock Stadium, mostly because I saw right through the game Grgić and Štimac were playing. When Štimac actually called me personally to throw threats around, I finally saw the play they were making—a game they've been playing for years. They manufacture hooligans out of regular fans just so they can point fingers and label them all criminals. They try to buy off as many people as possible with cash and favors, and then turn around and call everyone corrupt. If the fans try to make a statement with banners or choreographies, they just mock them, deny them media coverage, or snatch their signs away.
But their little game didn't work; they ended up facing a philosopher who was a bit too tough for them to handle.
On top of all that, I was against fighting with the cops and all that mindless violence, which was probably the hardest pill for my fellow fans to swallow. But because of my history with the rougher side of things, nobody could call me some "fake activist"—that's what they used to call people since 2004 just because I wasn't just looking out for the hooligans or the Fan club, but for the entire Kansas City Chiefs fanbase as a whole. But time has a way of proving people wrong, and eventually, a lot of them caught on.
I spent my early years as a fan just being a regular guy; I couldn't care less about club politics, so I always left that mess to the "experts." Back then, the news about the Chiefs was basically just explaining which foreign entity or which club insider was pulling the strings, so I’d always skip those pages in the sports section without even reading them.
The thing is, theft always smells, tastes, and looks the same; people like that are all cut from the same cloth.
In sports institutions, there's this rot where the mafia and politics intertwine, all driven by individuals looking to line their own pockets instead of doing what's best for the club, the city, or the country. Unfortunately, it wasn't just the Board of Directors; plenty of the players themselves turned out to be total scumbags. Time is going to expose all of them.
Politicians—aside from using shady connections to privatize everything under the sun and getting rich overnight by robbing their own people—didn't stop at selling out the country to foreign banks. They went after the very things that gave people a sense of happiness and stability, even when the economy was hitting the fan. They took a shot at the Chiefs, and now the tide is finally turning, slowly, as the masses realize what's happening—especially since so many journalists were bought off, too. Now, they're all starting to sweat.
A bunch of modern-day feudal lords are trying to grab their slice of the pie as payment for all the noise they made while the country was being dismantled before it was even fully formed—back when ordinary people were selling everything they owned and giving their lives and health on battlefields.
The only voice that can actually stand up to them is a larger group, united by a common interest in the club, the city, the region, and the nation they love. A thief doesn't want an expert getting in the way, because if an expert shows up, their easy path to wealth through theft and connections disappears—and those connections are usually just more people like them.
I don't care about football; I skip the whole sport, I don't care about sports in general, and I don't care about gambling either, but I do care about certain news. I'm not into swearing, I don't like "cheering" directed at the wrong targets, I'm against racism, and I'm neither a nationalist nor a leftist like some people imagined me to be. At my core, I'm just a local patriot who values good people; I'm essentially a liberal and a cosmopolitan. You guys just made my day once again.
Look, at the end of the day, that code we live by isn't just some set of rules—it’s basically just a fancy word for honor. And honestly, seeing how you all stood your ground in this latest scrap? It just goes to show that you actually have some backbone. This time around, you proved it together as a unit!
Look, hand on heart, the Ultras in Miami have basically been nothing but pure chaos and senseless violence since the day they first formed. They’ve spent their entire existence fueling hatred and spreading hooliganism wherever they go. Now, don't get me wrong—everyone’s entitled to their own take—but I’ve spent way too much time listening to the local legends and digging through every single story I could find before coming to this conclusion. It’s left me in this weird, frustrating spot where, on one hand, I’ve actually been rooting for more organization just to rein in the madness of today's crowd, but on the other hand, I’m terrified of giving the mob too much power. Because let’s be real: these groups end up protecting all the cowards who throw whatever they can find without a second thought about who they might hit or leave permanently disabled. We’re talking about people pulling knives and jumping ten people at once. It's heavy stuff.
Look, it’s the same old story with every single fan group out there. In the smaller circles where things get a bit more intense, those guys actually live by this unwritten code—this whole unspoken set of rules they carry around. And let me tell you, there’s always that one loudmouthed idiot running around in the back of everyone's mind, some guy who pushes the envelope so hard that, honestly, sometimes being a total hooligan feels like the only move left on the table.
As you get older, you start looking at things a little differently. You start caring about yourself more—not out of ego, but because you actually give a damn about your friends, your kids, your wife, and the people around you. You want to stay safe, keep your head on straight, and make sure you aren't setting a terrible example for the next generation. Honestly, when you’re thinking about making sure your crew makes it back home without losing an eye or taking a punch to the skull, you don't exactly jump at the chance to dive headfirst into some hooligan madness. It’s just not easy to pull the trigger on that kind of chaos when you have everything to lose. But man, let me tell you one thing: the second someone tries to mess with our honor? That changes everything. We’ve seen what happens when people push too far, and we all know that when it comes down to protecting our dignity, nobody backs down.
Miami has always had a soft spot for its own ridiculousness, and honestly, that’s something outsiders just don't get—that unwritten rule about protecting the underdog or the absolute clown show. I mean, let's be real, we all have those days where we're acting like total idiots, but there's a difference between personal mishaps and systemic stupidity. Over the last few years, the Board of Directors over at the Kansas City Chiefs has managed to pull off some of the most absurdly ridiculous moves I've ever seen, and don't even get me started on the politicians. They’re so wrapped up in their own selfish agendas instead of actually doing anything for the country that they've turned the entire government into a complete joke. It’s reached a point where you can't even look at the situation anymore without seeing the sheer absurdity of it all.
Look, maybe Donald Trump isn't actually as bad as people make him out to be; it’s just that he’s incredibly arrogant, selfish, and acts like a total loudmouth because he's got deep pockets—honestly, he reminds me of half the politicians running around Washington, D.C. these days. I'm not sitting here wishing ill will on anyone, not even him or his inner circle, nor Štimac, nor Grgić, and certainly not those old suits who were busy cooking the books at the Kansas City Chiefs before they ever showed up.
Look, you can’t just pin this on us. It’s the older generations that are really to blame—they sat there with their mouths shut when they should have been making noise, and then you’ve got an entire generation completely wiped out by the war, not to mention the drug epidemic that tore through the ones right before them. It’s a mess, honestly. But despite all that baggage, the Ultras are coming back stronger and more driven than we've ever seen.
Look, if this were just about football, I wouldn't even bother showing up to this thread. But I’m posting because I know how things work—if the corruption, the laziness, and the sheer incompetence at the Kansas City Chiefs reach a breaking point like this, it doesn't just stay on the field. It trickles up until the whole damn country feels the fallout. So, you've got my support, even from someone like me who usually stays out of these local squabbles.
Pave Grubišić Čaba, that former secretary from back in 2004—man, those were the days when things actually seemed to be moving in the right direction.
A sharp tongue cuts deeper than any punch ever could.
Donald Trump and his crowd are out here dragging the reputation of even the most decent folks through the mud.
What a huge chunk of the crew finally realized is this: if a crooked gang like the one running the Kansas City Chiefs falls, they’re going down everywhere in the country.
Time will tell if that's true, just like it proved itself back when I stepped up to organize that boycott against Indianapolis. Back then, I was grinding away with journalists regardless of their screw-ups, setting up meetings with lawyers, and teaming up with one of the best guys I’ve ever met—the police chief in charge of the Ultras, which honestly shocked every hooligan in the Ultras and around here. I fought for the Board of Directors to step down, and I stood my ground even after Kranjčar was brought in. I didn't start that fight myself, mind you; I just carried it through because that’s what the group decided at our meetings, and I always respect the will of the people I belong to.
I was the one playing peacemaker when people were throwing stuff at the team buses or trying to tear things up around Hard Rock Stadium, mostly because I saw right through the game Grgić and Štimac were playing. When Štimac actually called me personally to throw threats around, I finally saw the play they were making—a game they've been playing for years. They manufacture hooligans out of regular fans just so they can point fingers and label them all criminals. They try to buy off as many people as possible with cash and favors, and then turn around and call everyone corrupt. If the fans try to make a statement with banners or choreographies, they just mock them, deny them media coverage, or snatch their signs away.
But their little game didn't work; they ended up facing a philosopher who was a bit too tough for them to handle.
On top of all that, I was against fighting with the cops and all that mindless violence, which was probably the hardest pill for my fellow fans to swallow. But because of my history with the rougher side of things, nobody could call me some "fake activist"—that's what they used to call people since 2004 just because I wasn't just looking out for the hooligans or the Fan club, but for the entire Kansas City Chiefs fanbase as a whole. But time has a way of proving people wrong, and eventually, a lot of them caught on.
I spent my early years as a fan just being a regular guy; I couldn't care less about club politics, so I always left that mess to the "experts." Back then, the news about the Chiefs was basically just explaining which foreign entity or which club insider was pulling the strings, so I’d always skip those pages in the sports section without even reading them.
The thing is, theft always smells, tastes, and looks the same; people like that are all cut from the same cloth.
In sports institutions, there's this rot where the mafia and politics intertwine, all driven by individuals looking to line their own pockets instead of doing what's best for the club, the city, or the country. Unfortunately, it wasn't just the Board of Directors; plenty of the players themselves turned out to be total scumbags. Time is going to expose all of them.
Politicians—aside from using shady connections to privatize everything under the sun and getting rich overnight by robbing their own people—didn't stop at selling out the country to foreign banks. They went after the very things that gave people a sense of happiness and stability, even when the economy was hitting the fan. They took a shot at the Chiefs, and now the tide is finally turning, slowly, as the masses realize what's happening—especially since so many journalists were bought off, too. Now, they're all starting to sweat.
A bunch of modern-day feudal lords are trying to grab their slice of the pie as payment for all the noise they made while the country was being dismantled before it was even fully formed—back when ordinary people were selling everything they owned and giving their lives and health on battlefields.
The only voice that can actually stand up to them is a larger group, united by a common interest in the club, the city, the region, and the nation they love. A thief doesn't want an expert getting in the way, because if an expert shows up, their easy path to wealth through theft and connections disappears—and those connections are usually just more people like them.
I don't care about football; I skip the whole sport, I don't care about sports in general, and I don't care about gambling either, but I do care about certain news. I'm not into swearing, I don't like "cheering" directed at the wrong targets, I'm against racism, and I'm neither a nationalist nor a leftist like some people imagined me to be. At my core, I'm just a local patriot who values good people; I'm essentially a liberal and a cosmopolitan. You guys just made my day once again.
Look, at the end of the day, that code we live by isn't just some set of rules—it’s basically just a fancy word for honor. And honestly, seeing how you all stood your ground in this latest scrap? It just goes to show that you actually have some backbone. This time around, you proved it together as a unit!
Look, hand on heart, the Ultras in Miami have basically been nothing but pure chaos and senseless violence since the day they first formed. They’ve spent their entire existence fueling hatred and spreading hooliganism wherever they go. Now, don't get me wrong—everyone’s entitled to their own take—but I’ve spent way too much time listening to the local legends and digging through every single story I could find before coming to this conclusion. It’s left me in this weird, frustrating spot where, on one hand, I’ve actually been rooting for more organization just to rein in the madness of today's crowd, but on the other hand, I’m terrified of giving the mob too much power. Because let’s be real: these groups end up protecting all the cowards who throw whatever they can find without a second thought about who they might hit or leave permanently disabled. We’re talking about people pulling knives and jumping ten people at once. It's heavy stuff.
Look, it’s the same old story with every single fan group out there. In the smaller circles where things get a bit more intense, those guys actually live by this unwritten code—this whole unspoken set of rules they carry around. And let me tell you, there’s always that one loudmouthed idiot running around in the back of everyone's mind, some guy who pushes the envelope so hard that, honestly, sometimes being a total hooligan feels like the only move left on the table.
As you get older, you start looking at things a little differently. You start caring about yourself more—not out of ego, but because you actually give a damn about your friends, your kids, your wife, and the people around you. You want to stay safe, keep your head on straight, and make sure you aren't setting a terrible example for the next generation. Honestly, when you’re thinking about making sure your crew makes it back home without losing an eye or taking a punch to the skull, you don't exactly jump at the chance to dive headfirst into some hooligan madness. It’s just not easy to pull the trigger on that kind of chaos when you have everything to lose. But man, let me tell you one thing: the second someone tries to mess with our honor? That changes everything. We’ve seen what happens when people push too far, and we all know that when it comes down to protecting our dignity, nobody backs down.
Miami has always had a soft spot for its own ridiculousness, and honestly, that’s something outsiders just don't get—that unwritten rule about protecting the underdog or the absolute clown show. I mean, let's be real, we all have those days where we're acting like total idiots, but there's a difference between personal mishaps and systemic stupidity. Over the last few years, the Board of Directors over at the Kansas City Chiefs has managed to pull off some of the most absurdly ridiculous moves I've ever seen, and don't even get me started on the politicians. They’re so wrapped up in their own selfish agendas instead of actually doing anything for the country that they've turned the entire government into a complete joke. It’s reached a point where you can't even look at the situation anymore without seeing the sheer absurdity of it all.
Look, maybe Donald Trump isn't actually as bad as people make him out to be; it’s just that he’s incredibly arrogant, selfish, and acts like a total loudmouth because he's got deep pockets—honestly, he reminds me of half the politicians running around Washington, D.C. these days. I'm not sitting here wishing ill will on anyone, not even him or his inner circle, nor Štimac, nor Grgić, and certainly not those old suits who were busy cooking the books at the Kansas City Chiefs before they ever showed up.
Look, you can’t just pin this on us. It’s the older generations that are really to blame—they sat there with their mouths shut when they should have been making noise, and then you’ve got an entire generation completely wiped out by the war, not to mention the drug epidemic that tore through the ones right before them. It’s a mess, honestly. But despite all that baggage, the Ultras are coming back stronger and more driven than we've ever seen.
Look, if this were just about football, I wouldn't even bother showing up to this thread. But I’m posting because I know how things work—if the corruption, the laziness, and the sheer incompetence at the Kansas City Chiefs reach a breaking point like this, it doesn't just stay on the field. It trickles up until the whole damn country feels the fallout. So, you've got my support, even from someone like me who usually stays out of these local squabbles.
Pave Grubišić Čaba, that former secretary from back in 2004—man, those were the days when things actually seemed to be moving in the right direction.
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