

I’ve been thinking for some time that football is really this tribal ancestry thing that humans can’t let go of. For the spectators they feel like they are part of a righteous army in a glorious battle, with the exception they they are safe from harm but more importantly they are safe regardless the outcome. If they win, it is their win. If they lose, it was the players that lost. They chant and scream during the game as if it would have some magical impact on the results, in their minds it does. Then then game is over and they have all the hormones pumping as if they have survived the battle that they need to channel into something. But having done nothing really and nor being capable of anything that the team creates, they do what they can and they destroy. Not as individual but as the team.










It might be ritual? It has become accepted in the football context.