Interesting ting is the art of timing.
On Saturday after the Saints v Roth game, I was sitting in the garden of the nearby rugby-pub playing cards. At around 6pm, the local football louts came strolling in, hurling abuse at anyone wearing a rugby shirt and causing general mischief.
I'm not proud to admit it, but I actually know a couple of them.
Anyhew, it was interesting as I was chatting to a friend about my cousin when one of them injected his opinion of "I know him, he's a c***". I stopped the conversation, looked straight at him (with his smug grin, cocaine-widened-pupils, stupid hoodie n'all) and said "oi, that's my cousin you're talking about". (Being a bigish fellow, I can get away with that more then I should - Ask St. Helens what I'm like!)
Oddly enough, the cocky hoodlum (on his own) went very sheepish as he had none of his so-called mates to back him up, which sums them up perfectly. As already said, most of them these days are kids who do it for the "scene" and seem to think they're cool because of one too many Nick Love/Danny Dyer movies.
The old school hooligans at least only fight with other thugs, away from built up areas and homes - While that's still not acceptable, at least they understand what they're doing and keep it to themselves. The new generation really don't give a toss and think giving anyone "who ain't one of them" a smack is their way to gain 'respect'. (This links in with the chav youth culture that mimics LA 'gangsters' on several levels, but that's a complete thesis for another day).
Still, thank god for soccer. Because if it didn't exist, these shits would be attending the rugby.
And this certainly puts the Bloodgate scandal into perspective.
