Most of you missed this, but last weekend Manchester United was knocked out of the F.A. Cup with a 1-0 loss to Liverpool. During the game, United midfielder Alan Smith had his leg broken by a shot from Liverpool defender John Arne Riise; it was a seemingly innocuous incident which led, somehow, to Smith being carted off the pitch sucking on nitrous oxide. Anyway. It has since been revealed that Smith’s ambulence was acosted by Liverpool supporters on its way to the hospital; United and Liverpool issued a joint statement condemning the act, but the damage, proverbially, has already been done.
But wait, there’s more! According to the same article in The Guardian, Liverpool supporters further distinguished themselves by throwing paper cups full of excrement onto the away end where United supporters were sitting. The revelation invites a reimagining of that classic Family Guy joke: “How many filthy, stinking Liverpool supporters does it take to watch a football match? 40,000: 39,990 to watch the match, and ten to throw feces at the away supporters and tarnish their own team’s reputation.” I’m sure it doesn’t need to be said that I’ve done some pretty stupid things in the name of my favourite sports teams…but after reading this article, I’m left to wonder if there’s even a point in caring in the first place. I’m sure it doesn’t need to be said that the people responsible for these actions weren’t exactly indicative of the entire Liverpool fanbase–but they’re nonetheless a testatement to the fact that people can take their passions way too far, and that the world isn’t necessarily a better place for it. At the end of the day, it is only just a game.