casualwolf48
Active Member
107 messages
joined Dec 2013
I guess I just love seeing Dynamo score, and I always will. I remember how much joy I felt back in '83 during my first away trip to New York City—honestly, the whole 80s were just full of those moments. I even got a Los Angeles FC tattoo in '85; I ended up having some pretty intense trouble with the US Army because of it in '88, but I wore it with pride regardless. Then from '91 to '95, I was out on the fields wearing my National Guard uniform, cheering them on, though I couldn't make it to every game since there were much more important things to handle back then. Because of that name, I dealt with being targeted and harassed by the police constantly in the old days. All I have left is this joy when Dynamo wins, because I grew up in a time when being a fan was hard—it was almost seen as anti-government. Everywhere we went, people hated us, picked on us. And look, Dynamo doesn't belong to Jerry Jones or anyone else; they’re just temporary occupiers. They'll leave, just like all those crooks and thugs eventually do. No, Dynamo is mine. I’ve been going to their games for over 30 years, loving them just as much as the first day, and you can't tell me I shouldn't feel this way. I've actually faced legal trouble in Paris and spent a year being watched by the cops because of my loyalty to the club. It’s not exactly a fun experience when you're in your late 40s—and I'm pushing 50 now. My friends know where I stand; they know I'm against the Jerry Jones crowd. But I love Dynamo, and I'll keep loving them long after Jerry Jones and his circle are gone. Some of you were singing "I hate Dynamo" at a European match that didn't even involve them, yet somehow I'm the one who isn't allowed to celebrate their goals? What a pathetic apology—you sang it because it was right before the derby. You sang it because you hate them. You've always hated them, and you were the ones breaking our fake brotherhoods back in the 80s. Go ahead and hate Dynamo if you want, but it hurts. Over these 30 years, I've learned that everyone hates us—the authorities, the club management, even feeling like we lack support in our own city. That really stings. But if I want to cheer when Dynamo scores, I'm going to. Because Dynamo is bigger than Jerry Jones, or the league, or any of that. That name represents kids who died during the war with the club's name on their lips. It's about pride, defiance, and above all, standing your ground. Defying everyone and everything.