i’ve had this conversation with many soccer heads from a couple of continents. here’s what i’ve gathered as the definitions of soccer fandom
these are the people willing to bleed for their club (not team, club). we root for the laundry. we root for the colors. players come and go, coaches and managers come and go, but supporters are die hard. i myself support four clubs in this fashion: Detroit City FC (hometown always takes precedence), FC Schalke 04 (i speak German and fell in love with this club in 2009. reminds me of Detroit in a way), Clapton FC (a lower-level club with rabid fans, much like DCFC), and Mangotsfield United (who accepted me with open arms, also very rabid support, also lower-level).
personally, i don’t think one can support two teams that will play each other regularly. if you have a club in each league you feel for, i say go for it. NOW, as far as individual players, root for who you want. Americans love quality sport in general (read: we’re front runners to a degree).
to be a fan of a squad means one doesn’t root against them, but your day isn’t ruined if they don’t do well. to use me as an example, i root for AC Milan and Juventus. i don’t lose sleep when they don’t do well, especially since Italian soccer fans wouldn’t want me to like any of their teams. it’s nice to keep up with different types of ball, and quality players, but it goes no further from there.
interested in a club’s results:
say you’re new to the game, or it’s hard to find results of a certain league (Qatar, Russia, China, MLS), or your don’t really have a horse in the race? i’d say you’re just interested. you’re not kissing any badges, not waking up at ungodly hours or risking downloading a nasty computer virus to watch games. it’s more of a passing fancy. there’s nothing wrong with this, just don’t make the mistake of calling oneself a supporter.
these, of course are open to interpretation. and of course, some will disagree with my opinion here. but, truth is, just watch soccer. it’s communal, fun, and most of all, for everyone.
Pink Pingrees all day all night.
btw, that’s my brother being interviewed before our worst performance of the season. it was a 0-0 draw with a team who’s only point earned this season was against us.
i’m very proud of my pink and blacks today. i had to miss today’s game for a doctor’s appointment for my son. obviously, kids are more important than ANY soccer game, let alone a coed, “just for fun” league game. but truth be told, after years of wanting…
“In my career, I have made maybe two or three fouls that I say are dirty fouls and not correct,” Jones says. He is sitting in a chair in the lobby of the USA’s hotel here ahead of Friday’s World Cup qualifier against Jamaica. “It’s the same at my club. When you have four players in front of you who attack with you but who don’t come back [and defend] with you, they leave you alone and I always have to break the game down and stop it so they can come back.
“Sometimes the [fans] say, ‘What are you doing? Why do you get so many yellow cards?’ But when the others score the goals, they don’t say, ‘You made the [expletive] work so they can make the goal.’ When you play [as a holding midfielder], you know you have that [expletive] position and nobody talks about you, they talk about the strikers. But you make the most work for everybody and need to play them the ball to make the goal. That’s a part of what we do and that’s okay.”
Jones’ tendency to the dirty work may be overlooked by fans. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by others on the US national team.
The thankless job of a holding midfielder.
Footy love, nikhak
never overlooked by myself, mostly because it’s the position i play. every team needs blue collar workers, bad guys, soldiers (pardon the usage). i about never score, but i will hold up play, make a professional foul, or release the pressure on the back line.
Jermaine is my favorite USMNT player and mos def my favorite Schalker. i’ve never once heard him speak English, but i don’t care. after David Regis, it’s nice that we have people with American lineage on the national Mannschaft.
and let’s be real: the other team needs someone to be afraid of.