La Futbolteca

Juventudes verdiblancos racing

Any content creator knows that getting the facts right and doing your research the proper way is both the core of any decent podcast, video or blog entry, but also the hardest variable to control (except the views of course). Reading books is a big investment of your time. Youtube videos do a poor job of referencing original source material. Newspaper articles frequently get the facts wrong. And podcast episodes normally serve to inflate the ego of the hosts, bruh.

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Ultras Aufkleber of the Week – FC Twente

The farmer boys from Enschede gave us an amazing demonstration of Dutch away support when they played and beat SC Telstar back in 2018. In spite of heavy rain, the atmosphere was good and the attendance high, and the Vak P Ultras of Enschede produced a fun and colourful tifo in the away end and were rewarded with 3 points on their way to promotion back to the Eredivisie that season.

FC Twente Ultra Sticker

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Basque Football – Independent

Sestao river fans

With the remaining garlic-covered octopus tentacle between my teeth, I knocked back the final millilitres of Paxaran before indicating to the waiter that I needed the bill. There is always something so impressive about Spanish hospitality staff and their ability to do three things at once, but even so, the typical Basque industriousness was visible in every movement he made. 10.40€ lighter, I bid the patrons farewell and continued my walk Las Llanas, taking care to find some good photo opportunities as I went. Green and black flags hanging outside two bars on the main road indicated the opportunity to get another drink before kick-off, and in no time I found an open door to what I thought was the club shop.

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Bend It Like Brooklyn

Brooklyn football

With some trepidation, I stepped into the carriage and grabbed onto a handrail. Not a single seat was available at peak transit time so I had to politely stand among Manhattan’s finest. One of the Big Apple’s scarier boroughs lay at the end of the line, but as the doors closed and the wagon jutted forward, it wasn’t the wild characters heading back to the Bronx that were giving me the heebie-jeebies. I was apprehensive of who or what might be waiting for me at the first ever live Football (read: soccer) game I was about to attend in the World’s greatest city.

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Fragility

Villarreal fans

The platform was entirely empty as I stepped out. A single stairway led to an uncovered footbridge across the trainlines and towards the exit of the train station. As I climbed, the regional train shuddered into motion and continued its routine journey along the coast. A few moments later and silence resumed. It’s true, I was arriving in the town several hours before kick-off. But as I passed through the small train station and onto the main road, the silence was unnerving. With my backpack hoisted high on my shoulders, I began the ascent uphill to the stadium.

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