After seeing the CCTV footage of Rangers fans on the BBC website today, I’m ashamed of being Scottish, ashamed of living in Glasgow and ashamed that I haven’t helped rid the country of these pathetic lumps of fist and buckfast.
I wasn’t surprised to see the trouble between Rangers fans and the police, nor at the scenes of violence. It’s a common occurence here, where Celtic and Rangers fans regularly take to the streets to voice (and smash) their inane, generation-hammered hatred at the ‘other side’.
It was one night. One night where people were asked to represent their team and their country. What happened? The neanderthal won.
“Duuuhhhh. My team didn’t win. Duuuurrr. There’s the polis. Smash them. Duuuuh.”
It angers me that these people get away with such behaviour, but it infuriates me that they don’t even care.
People involved in the riot, in the kicking and punching of police officers and fans, will return to Scotland today and go back to their jobs and their families. There will be no repercussions for anyone.
What can you do? I can’t do anything except make sure I behave myself and hope that, in time, these lumps will fall victim to natural selection.
So to Manchester I apologise. I’m sorry you had to endure the thick, pathetic, violent nature of the under-average Scot. We aren’t all like that, I assure you.
I hope in years to come we will have wiped that section of society out, free to enjoy football for what it should be – not an excuse for violence and excess, but a game.