{"id":725,"date":"2004-11-27T20:55:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-27T20:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.urban75.org\/u75blog\/?p=725"},"modified":"2004-11-27T20:55:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-27T20:55:00","slug":"725","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.urban75.org\/blog\/725\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>A stranger in a strange land<\/b><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a strange thing to have to watch your football team in the &#8216;wrong&#8217; stand, where you&#8217;re surrounded by unfamiliar faces.<\/p>\n<p>For your own health and safety, the first thing you have to do is to ensure that you don&#8217;t give the game away by shouting out your team&#8217;s name or hurling the customary abuse at the opposition.<\/p>\n<p>And then there&#8217;s the weird sensation of finding yourself in some sort of alternative universe where everyone seems to see things differently to you.<\/p>\n<p>So a well timed tackled by your centre half will be greeted with loud screams for a penalty, a blatantly obvious offside decision by the ref will bring forth ringing condemnation of the &#8220;obvious bias&#8221; of the official and any kind of legal body contact from your players will generate a howl of protest from the crowd, demanding an instant dismissal for what has to be one of the most outrageous acts of violence since V2 rockets reigned down on London.<\/p>\n<p>And then there&#8217;s the pain of hearing your team, your players and your fans being called every name under the sun, while &#8216;comedians&#8217; in the crowd burst forth with woefully inept attempts at a Welsh accent while questioning the sexual habits of your countrymen.<\/p>\n<p>And all the time you have to sit there, meek and quiet like a little mouse and trying to resist the temptation to start a one man riot.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.urban75.org\/blog\/images\/qpr01.jpg\" width=\"350\" height=\"160\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><br \/><font color=\"#808080\">Danny Shittu thunders in the only goal of the game. I cried a little inside<\/font><\/p>\n<p>But all of this pales into insignificance compared  to the pain and the horror of seeing the ball sink into your own net and then finding yourself in a sea of deliriously whooping supporters.<\/p>\n<p>At the moment of your greatest despair, all you can see is smiles, laughter, waving arms and the ringing taunts at the ineptitude of your own team. And if that wasn&#8217;t bad enough, you have to make some token effort to join in or be instantly recognised as the &#8216;enemy within&#8217;. <\/p>\n<p>So you have to stand up with the rest of them and grimace through the celebrations, flinching inside each time a supporter&#8217;s arm slaps you on on the back and avoiding the gaze of those over-excited fans seeking a celebratory hug.<\/p>\n<p>I am, of course, talking from bitter experience here. <\/p>\n<p>Today, I had to sit amongst a sea of QPR fans to watch my beloved Cardiff City lose 1-0.<\/p>\n<p>It sucked the fat one.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.urban75.org\/blog\/images\/qpr02.jpg\" width=\"350\" height=\"145\" alt=\"\" border=\"0\" \/><br \/><font color=\"#808080\">Cardiff come close near the end. But not close enough.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A stranger in a strange land It&#8217;s a strange thing to have to watch your football team in the &#8216;wrong&#8217; stand, where you&#8217;re surrounded by unfamiliar faces. 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