Clash of the titans

When it comes to sport, there’s no place for people who sit on the fence. I can understand people who don’t particularly like sport at all, but it’s the sports fans that can’t quite bring themselves to pick a team that are weirder to me. Yes, I know that in a ideal chocolate box utopia where the world is governed by cute little puppies, sport should be about the Olympic ideals and the dignity of sportsmanship. But this ain’t no utopia, and when it comes to sport, tribalism and the desire to win lead the way.

The thing is, I love a sporting rivalry; the above-and-beyond enmity and loathing that exists between two teams, sometimes than for a reason that was forgotten decades ago. The kind of competition between two fierce rivals that has fans of both teams thinking of little else for the week before they clash, and which causes the losers to slink off with their tails between their legs resolving not to read the sports pages for at least a month.

Britain does sporting rivalries particularly well. In cricket, there can be little more exciting than a clash between England and Australia, even if the only thing at stake is a tiny urn containing a bit of burnt wood. Infact, so strong is the rivalry that the avid English supporters known as the Barmy Army (or, as I prefer to call them, the ‘Public School Oiks With Too Much Time On Their Hands After Daddy Died And Left Them A Castle’) have landed themselves in deep water for attempting to put the Aussie captain Ricky Ponting off his game with booing and some polite inquiries into the exact nature of his parentage.

Then there’s England vs Scotland (or indeed England vs Wales) in the rugby – a rivalry more explained by England’s political domination of its two smaller mainland United Kingdom territories. After all, when it’s still effectively legal in my native Chester to shoot a Welshman with a bow and arrow after nidnight, it’s not hard to understand why the Welsh and Scottish might get a little hot under the collar about a sporting chance to redress the balance.

It’s football (or, as I have to insist on calling it in the US, football) where the fiercest rivalries exist. Up and down the land, local rivalries such as Portsmouth & Southampton, Norwich & Ipswich, Chester & Wrexham, Sheffield United & Sheffield Wednesday, and Newcastle United & Sunderland all exist to fill newspaper column inches and the minds of those who support one or the other.

For me though, the fiercest rivalry is that between Manchester United and Liverpool. I mean, I would say that, given that the pain of being a sixteen year old in the away end at Anfield watching my beloved United taking a 4-0 beating at the hands of Liverpool still hurts to this day twenty years later. I’ve sung more songs about my inner contempt for Liverpool supporters (mostly people I’ve never met, let’s remember) than I’ve eaten bags of fish and chips. And let me tell you, I’ve eaten a lot of fish and chips.

Put simply, United fans and Liverpool fans hate each other, and never the twain shall meet. Apart from in the home of my (Liverpool supporting) sister and her (much more sensible and United supporting) husband, obviously.

And to be fair, I’d never have it any other way.

Here in the United States, the level of rivalry in sports just isn’t there. Sure, there are college sports rivalries, and occasional local tensions, but nothing that would inspire more than a vague “Rangers suck” cry in a crowded bar; presumably a reference to the quality of New York’s ice hockey team rather than the sexual proclivities of the state’s country park guardians.

Part of that comes from the fact that there’s really no such thing as ‘away support’ in American sport. Sure, people expatriated from their home city might put in an appearance when their team swings into their new town, but there’s no away section and fans of both teams sit together in relative harmony. Apart from when one or other has had a few Bud Lights too many, obviously. Fortunately the New York Knicks haven’t hosted a game against the Chester Jets yet, so I haven’t seen a need to test the theory out too closely.

There is, however, one rivalry that seems pretty deep rooted – the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox. So, feeling the need for some sporting tension this week – and, more importantly, acutely aware that impending fatherhood means that there will soon be more chance of me being invited to fight for the heavyweight championship of the world than spend a night drinking beer and watching sport – I grabbed a ticket for the Red Sox trip to the new Yankee Stadium to witness the battle for myself.

The sad thing was, the rivalry was muted at best. Sure, there was the occasional t-shirt alluding to the fact that there was never a curse of Babe Ruth and that the Red Sox had actually just sucked for 86 years. But apart from the occasional boo for a Boston player, or a jeer directed at a Red Sox-hatted fan, it could barely have been more harmonious. Of course, it helped that the Yankees battered the Red Sox, although that merely seemed to empty out the stadium way before the end of the game.

Thankfully though, order was restored an innings before the end of the game. A young guy mistakenly walked up the wrong staircase after a visit to the bathroom, and looked around confusedly for his friends who were actually a whole section away. Enjoying his mistake, a crowd of Yankees fans roundly booed and jeered him, and sent him scuttling back to his own seat with his tail between his legs.

Some people would say it was the baseball cap with Boston’s logo on it that caused the heated treatment. But I know that it was actually his t-shirt.

After all, you can’t expect to wear a Liverpool football shirt in public and get away with it.

10 thoughts on “Clash of the titans

  1. Almost American

    LOL – when DH and I were in the UK to get married we visited Liverpool. At a souvenir stall at the Albert Docks they were selling T-shirts. There were some on sale. For 50 pence. They were ‘United’ shirts. DH didn’t get it at first – he just saw matching shirts that we could wear to the cookout we were planning Stateside to celebrate our union. They said:
    “U N I T E D
    for better for worse
    for richer for poorer
    in sickness and in health
    til death us do part”

    He still has his and I’m sure he thinks of it as his wedding celebration T-shirt rather than a Manchester United shirt. DS just looked at it and asked “Why doesn’t it say ‘United States’?”

  2. Silverback

    There was evidence of a pretty tasty rivalry on the pitch as well as in the stands at the Community Shield game yesterday where, of course, the better team won 😉

  3. LB

    Red Sox/Yankees’ rivalry comes close, but it’s not quite the same. It doesn’t ever quite have that dangerous edge to it that you find at a good 1st division match in the UK, say between Derby and Milwall. Or some such… It’s just not quite as passionate, or perhaps this is more accurate, it’s just not quite as *desperate*…

  4. Alasdair

    Dylan – “it’s still effectively legal in my native Chester to shoot a Welshman with a bow and arrow after nidnight” – so when, prithee tell, is “nidnight” ? (grin)

    As for us Scots, it’s WAAAAY more embarrassing, in that we actually inherited the lot of you back in 1603 … talk about “Be very careful what you ask for … ” … OY !

    Still, I have to admit that sassenachs do make great percussion instruments …

    They are *great* fun to beat !

  5. Brooklyn

    “Oy” and “sassenachs” in the same post. Wonderful.

    (Maybe it’s not a notable juxtapostion. After all, “loch” IS used to explain the pronunciation of “ch” in Chanukah. For example, Googling loch and Chanukah produces about 134,000 hits.)

  6. Alasdair

    Brooklyn – according to a remarkable number of people, the Scots are decended from the Lost Tribes fo Israel … there’s even a book entitled “When Scotland Was Jewish” … a Jewish colleague brought it to my attention …

    If you click on my name, I *think* it’ll take you to an Amazon write-up about it …

    It was an interesting, even if not fully compelling, read …

    I suspect, however, that for Olympic Gold Medal level thriftiness, the sub-group of humanity most likely to take that medal are the Scots-Armenian Jews (probably speaking Armenian with an accent from a little outside Aberdeen) …

  7. Little Sis

    Premiership starts tomorrow…Now you have Owen (lets face it, he will always be a red) it should be interesting to see how the Utd fans react this season,considering you lot have always had nothing but bad words to say about him…!!!

  8. Brooklyn

    “according to a remarkable number of people, the Scots are decended from the Lost Tribes fo Israel”

    After wandering 40 years in the desert to get from Egypt to Canaan, some of the Israelites then got so lost, they ended up in Scotland?!?!?

    It’s too bad Moses didn’t bring a GPS device down from Mount Sinai along with the Books of the Law.

  9. Brooklyn


    That’s far more logical. After all, Wales is so much closer to Israel than Scotland.

    Alasdair and Grannyjones:

    Considering the history of the last 2000 years, maybe you should reconsider those claim. is this a club the Welsh or the Scots really want to join? A lot of trouble comes with the secret handshake and decoder ring.
    (Although, being part of a worldwide capitalist/communist – theocratic/atheist conspiracy can be kind of fun; and the monthly secret basement meetings do have free beer.)

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