No One Likes Us And We Don’t Care
Edited by Nigel and Colin Cawthorne
Constable & Robinson – £6.99
So what is it with football hooligans?
What is it that makes one want to pursue what in truth, really is a rather sad and depraved outlet of relentless, futile violence and stupidity? Because lets face it, most football hooligans are horribly violent and ridiculously stupid. That’s not to say stupid as in they are unemployable, as nothing could be further from the truth.
Most football hooligans more often than not have a family and surprisingly well-paid jobs that enables them to spend far too much money on designer clothes (‘’It has been said many times before but, in the early eighties, the casual movement was football violence in England. Revolving as it did – and to a certain extent still does – around designer clothing and arrogance, it was tailor-made for the hooligans who suddenly found themselves with not just an identity, but a uniform’’). To say nothing of meeting transport costs in order to travel the length and breadth of the land, in order to wreak their mayhem and madness – week in and week out.
Following on from the above scenario of stupidity, it would appear that football hooligans are exceedingly unenlightened and unaware, that there’s a whole wide world out there. A world of beauty and music, literature and travel, philosophy and rock’n’roll, poetry and history, comedy and theology, hand-gliding, trout fishing, stock-car-racing, the opposite sex, helping those less better off (heaven forbid), surfing, cooking, jogging, swimming, wine-making, script-writing, book reading, learning French, learning Spanish, learning how to play piano, learning anything other than how to kick someone to death, for no other reason that they’re wearing a different coloured shirt to that of their own.
If nothing else, Football Hooligans – No One Likes Us And We Don’t Care, edited by Nigel and Colin Cawthorne, substantiates the above subject of stupidity in a very clear and concise way.
It also sheds much light on the seismic sadness that is clearly endemic in football hooliganism: ‘’For Richard, being one of the lads was the best thing a person could be. He became serious and a little sentimental when he spoke about it. The shape of his face changed; it seemed to soften and round out, and his eyebrows knitted up with feeling. ‘’We look forward to Saturdays,’’ he said, ‘’ all week long. It’s the most meaningful thing in our lives. It’s a religion, really. That’s how important it is to us. Saturday is our day of worship.’’
What a sad, pathetic and utterly empty life, Richard and his cohorts in violence, must lead.