A club is about identity and history. Be it Newcastle, Sunderland, even South frigging Shields, it is about identity and history, and what it stands for.
It goes all through football. Real Madrid were supported and propped up by the Francoist government back in the 40's, 50's and 60's, which is why it left a bitter taste in the mouths of many in Spain seeing what they represented and stood for, a sentiment that is still evident today.
Ajax in the Netherlands, traditionally with a large support from the Jewish community of Amsterdam. Celtic in Scotland, the team of those from Irish Catholic heritage. St Pauli in Germany, the team of the left-wingers, Hansa Rostock, fervent right-wing support. Marseille in France, a high amount of support from the Muslim immigrant population of that city. A clubs identity runs right through it.
Newcastle and Sunderland, traditionally, working class clubs of the people. Been rivals pretty much since day one, but both shared one common theme - they were the clubs of the community they represented. Communities with a history of resisting fascism, resisting oppression, and standing up for what is right.
But in one quick stroke, that club of yours have embraced everything that you have spent the last hundred and odd years going against. You've prostituted yourselves for what amounts to nothing more than blood money. To see people dancing, actually DANCING in the streets wearing tea-towels on their heads, draped in a flag that represents to many, many people the world over a symbol of tyranny, oppression and death, well, that sickens many, many people.
And this is what your lot cannot seem to understand. In the space of little over 24 hours, you have overturned every moral, every bit of humanity that was left in you, just so you can lord it over everybody else, and gloat and sneer that somehow this now validates your misguided belief that you are somehow superior, somehow more deserving that every other club. We've seen it for years, the arrogance, the massive superiority complex, the same misguided shit that has been repeated ad nauseum time and time and time again.
"We've suffered more than anybody else."
"We just want wor club back."
"Yas just divvint understand."
"We're special."
Now everybody in the country is seeing "everybody's second team" for what they really are. A bunch of absolute hypocrites who sell themselves to the highest bidder, flashing a bit leg and making eyes at the first person that comes along with a chequebook. So, they're murderers, you say? One of the worst human rights records in the world? History of oppression and violence towards anyone who disagrees with them? Fund terrorism, you say? What's that? They're gonna buy us a new number nine? We might win some silverware? And then you shrug. Nah, in fact, you don't even shrug. You go racing for the kitchen drawer and pull out the first tea-towel you can grab, wrap it around your head and start dancing, like the performing monkeys that we always knew you were.
You're f***ing disgusting because you have spat on your past. You've kicked your history to the ground, and pissed on it. And for what? Blood money.
And that, mate, is why we absolutely f***ing despise you lot. Because you are nothing more than hypocrites. You bring shame on your club. Shame on your city, and shame on your ancestors.
So forgive me for wanting your little project to go tits up. It would be nothing more than you deserve.
