As I waited for my train to take me home after the game Sunday, I thought about how well behaved football fans were in Switzerland. Perhaps it was the short bus ride to the train station that had fans imbibing with libations, but all well behaved, no one was belligerent, nor were there any problems. I think part of it might simply be the social culture in Switzerland and the way people treat each other, more than anything.
All this changed my way of thinking. In the USA we hear all about the football hooligans and what they do. I just know that I enjoyed doing family live entertainment more than rock concerts because with the later, you always had people going too far to excess with themselves. Usually the result was the actions and behaviors required others to step in and help. With family entertainment, the worst you might have is some kid on a sugar overdose with snow cones and cotton candy, which forces him to projectile vomit.
Across the tracks, I marveled at a vintage train that would take people to the mountain regions. While older, it had classic lines that made it appear fashionable with the retro vibe contrast against the new trains.
Then I saw a wall of policemen all working both ends of the train station and telling people to get to the other side of the tracks. I figured, “maybe they switched tracks?”
As the policeman got closer, he was specking to me, and I mentioned I didn’t understand, so he just pointed to a spot and went there. “The (other teams) fans will be going by soon.”
I really had no clue what this meant, but I waited and then saw another older retro looking train approaching the station. It was a beautiful old train chugging along at a decent speed. It wasn’t going to stop at the station.
I remember waving at the conductor; I can see him waving back.
Then a storm of bottles came flying out of the train and like little glass bomblets they started to shatter and then with the momentum of the train, kept moving along the platform looking for any human to hit and cut open.
To the people throwing the bottles, I wish you could have seen the look on the little grandma’s faces that were hit with the fragments of the bottles you threw. Being polite, they didn’t say anything, and they really didn’t change their facial expressions much, but you succeeded at really upsetting some people that had nothing to do with your football game.
Don’t be surprised if “Grandma Karma” bites you all in the butt this week with unexplained and unexpected events in your life.
A ticket gives you the right to attend an event. It doesn’t give you any legal right to act like an a**hole, d**chbag, or d*ck.
Oh goodie, three new words I can translate and learn in German to compensate the reality that you can have the overwhelming majority of people behave well, yet, there will always be some people best described with the aforementioned terms of endearment.