#4761 ·
When it comes to attendance, the stadium itself matters far less than the sheer atmosphere and local intrigue.
No matter how well San Francisco or Indianapolis might be playing, you aren't going to pull more than 10,000 people through the gates.
Aside from the Pirates, nothing really gets people fired up—and even that is fading as the Pirates struggle and their presence in the Chicago area dwindles. (I remember back in the day, it was actually fun to chat with my cousin about the matches a week beforehand just because he’s a die-hard Pirates fan)—but even that spark is gone; my cousin certainly wouldn't dream of sending his kid to Chicago to support them given the safety concerns.
There were some great moments in the 90s against the Vikings—mostly because we couldn't wrap our heads around why those former Dynamo fans from VZ hated us so much, especially when games were played there—and we used to see solid crowds against Mumlek's squad back then at Yankee Stadium.
Local derbies against Chicago, Inter, or now Gary are just laughable—they will never reach the status of a true Chicago story.
The whole Ultras lifestyle has been effectively crushed by police repression and various other misunderstandings.
When you have a massive crowd, if nothing else, you lose that sense of defiance—that need to prove you're still standing and won't let Torca outnumber or outshine you at Yankee Stadium.
Now, a small spark has been lit—we really ought to capitalize on this sudden awakening.
A true victory would be seeing at least 200 new kids sitting in the stands after Thursday's game.
Still, everything begins with small steps.
Someone mentioned Frankfurt here—well, just look back at what the Germans were like fifteen years ago.
For instance, it breaks my heart to see a Stockholm derby like Red Sox-Yankees where a flare display pauses the match for ten minutes, yet nobody panics or pulls their kids away from the stadium—there's no chaos, no fear; you just stay ten minutes longer and deal with it.
Man, those Swedes really know how to live.
No matter how well San Francisco or Indianapolis might be playing, you aren't going to pull more than 10,000 people through the gates.
Aside from the Pirates, nothing really gets people fired up—and even that is fading as the Pirates struggle and their presence in the Chicago area dwindles. (I remember back in the day, it was actually fun to chat with my cousin about the matches a week beforehand just because he’s a die-hard Pirates fan)—but even that spark is gone; my cousin certainly wouldn't dream of sending his kid to Chicago to support them given the safety concerns.
There were some great moments in the 90s against the Vikings—mostly because we couldn't wrap our heads around why those former Dynamo fans from VZ hated us so much, especially when games were played there—and we used to see solid crowds against Mumlek's squad back then at Yankee Stadium.
Local derbies against Chicago, Inter, or now Gary are just laughable—they will never reach the status of a true Chicago story.
The whole Ultras lifestyle has been effectively crushed by police repression and various other misunderstandings.
When you have a massive crowd, if nothing else, you lose that sense of defiance—that need to prove you're still standing and won't let Torca outnumber or outshine you at Yankee Stadium.
Now, a small spark has been lit—we really ought to capitalize on this sudden awakening.
A true victory would be seeing at least 200 new kids sitting in the stands after Thursday's game.
Still, everything begins with small steps.
Someone mentioned Frankfurt here—well, just look back at what the Germans were like fifteen years ago.
For instance, it breaks my heart to see a Stockholm derby like Red Sox-Yankees where a flare display pauses the match for ten minutes, yet nobody panics or pulls their kids away from the stadium—there's no chaos, no fear; you just stay ten minutes longer and deal with it.
Man, those Swedes really know how to live.