Hooliganwatch™: On Location with England
A look at the destructive celebration of the England faithful in Frankfurt after their win against Paraguay.
At first the crowd on the corner very much resembles an official World Cup fan party. People are standing around drinking, talking, singing. It appears to be a peaceful group of Englishmen. Maybe 300 of her majesty’s finest milling around a street corner bar as the sun drops behind the central train station in Frankfurt, Germany.
They’re sipping on beers the way men who have been out in the sun watching football all day have been known to and singing songs that make them feel good about their country. The sign above the bar reads, “Karaoke Disco Friday and Saturday.” It’s more dancing than destruction.
Then an arm comes up, out of the crowd and grabbing onto a “garage” sign about eight feet off the ground. It’s a skinny kid, maybe 17, with an England jersey and pants ending around the knee. He’s pulling himself up, his feet kicking out to get a lift off of the hands pushing him upward. The crowd cheers, their own hands in the air.
He climbs to an overhang above the bar on the corner and starts running around, ducking out of sight. He’s probably not old enough to vote in England, but he is a hero to the English watching him, a national icon. He’s ducking out of sight to grab the footballs stuck on the ledge and now he holds one above his head.
Holding the power of the moment in the movement of his hand, he tosses the ball in the air and the able-bodied below him compete for the privilege of meeting it with their head on the way down. He throws the several balls that he has collected from the overhang and the focus shifts from him to redirecting the balls back into the air. When a ball rests on the ground it is picked up and drop kicked toward the goal of an open window on the fourth floor.
Someone says, “It’s going off,” and laughs. The scene is mayhem and becoming destructive but it is not malicious yet. At the other end of the city block an imposing line of police enforce boundaries to the party, hoping the tinderbox of drinking English ignited by a victory over Paraguay will burn itself out.
The bar that’s being climbed and torn down to retrieve soccer balls is doing a brisk business selling beer to the guys violating their city block.
Someone pulls a glass display case over. It crashes at my feet and shards of glass rain off my jeans as I jump away. The violence has escalated from a casual disregard for any property that gets in the way of the party to a moment of aggressive destruction. The crowd cheers this development but remains content to knock each other down and kick balls around.
A song breaks out, first the shirtless kids in the center of the crowd singing with a raised fist and a pump in the air, then an exponential spread through the rest of the crowd and all movement yields for the song. Its lyrics are somehow dirty and catchy without being intelligible and I am an outsider looking in through the lyrics of a drinking song.
The song ends and the paused scene continues: The balls bounce off shop signs and make windows shudder, young men scrap to feel the satisfying impact of leather on leather.
None have gone in the open window but every time one comes close it is accompanied by an intake of breath and a disappointed, “OH!” The balls collect on a different overhang and the teen once again scales the building to retrieve them. Within moments they’re stuck on the other side.
Someone lifts a kid up. He’s draped in a white England jersey and a red hat, maybe eight or nine years old. He’s lifted onto a pair of shoulders; they’re going to send him up onto an unstable overhang over the street to retrieve the balls.
From the churning, shirtless mess in the middle of the street, one of the ringleaders rushes to the man with the boy on his shoulders. “No no no no no. You don’t want to do that mate.” He lifts the boy down and points to someone else to go up and retrieve the balls. It is surprising method in the madness.
An officer explains the situation on camera as the police change shifts. He says that they are recording the crowd and will move in to arrest them with SWAT gear later. Those taken into custody will spend the night in jail and, depending on the view from the video, some may face three to four months in the German judicial system.
There is an American Christian rock band playing outside the train station, 100 yards from the bar. “When you lift the banner for England you lift the banner for Jesus Christ,” they say between songs. Christ is working overtime down the street behind the stage now, parachute size England flags hang between lampposts announcing the home neighborhood of different groups of fans. They stand proudly with their beer next to their banner.
“Eng-land! Eng-land!” The second syllable of each word drops in pitch. It’s the only part of the song that I understand and I’m mouthing the words with the crowd.
Then, suddenly, there is a ball flying in the air and I’m in the perfect position to meet it on the way down. Its arc will bring it curling toward me about a foot off the ground and I can see the fourth floor window in the same glance. All it would take is a quick shift in balance and a microsecond motion of my leg; a quick flick of the foot to feel that brilliant connection and send the ball sailing straight through the window into an open, probably unoccupied apartment. The crowd would cheer and I would jump in the air, a member and momentary hero of the raucous fraternity. And although I don’t join the mayhem and violence; I don’t stoke the fire and add momentum to a celebration that will probably be tame compared with things to come; I don’t hype the crowd and give it a reason to sing and pull displays from the wall; as the ball drops in toward where my foot could meet it, I very much want to.
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