In light of events from last night's clash I thought I would be an opportune time to make a public service announcement for all those pre-pubescent male Melbourne Victory supporters out there.
Wanting to pick a fight with opposition fans after your team (who by the way played really well) shares the points against your fiercest rivals does not make your hardcore. It also does not impress the ladies.
Lighting a flare in a confined space after the game as everyone is leaving and trying to provoke both police and security guards does not make you hardcore.
Throwing computer equipment through a hotel window where opposition supporters are gathered does not make you hardcore. It does makes you look like an angry nerd though.
Only standing in the active supporters section for Sydney and Adelaide games and spending the rest of the season sitting with your parents in the stands also does not make your hardcore. There are parents with children actively supporting their team week in, whether it be Central Coast, Brisbane or Newcastle, who are more hardcore than you.
Using fuck as a verb, adjective and noun constantly throughout the game to provide your wonderful insight into the happenings on the pitch does not make you hardcore. Language is a beautiful thing, try using more of it sometime.
Claiming "The Football Factory" as both your favourite book and film and being able to quote it word for word does not make you hardcore. Reading the memoirs of British football hooligans that seem to appear on a weekly basis also does not make you hardcore.
Writing "OMG I was such a hool' last night - you should have seen me on the terraces I was like fully sick" as your Facebook status does not make you hardcore.
To conclude all things hardcore, there is only one way to finish and those are with the words of Jarvis Cocker.
Come over here babe and talk in the mic
Oh yeah I hear you now. It's gonna be one hell of a night.
You can't be a spectator. Oh no.
You got to take these dreams & make them whole.
Oh this is Hardcore.
