BY DAVID COWLISHAW
Englandâ€™s recent World Cup run may have a lot to answer for. As Southgateâ€™s men progressed through the tournament, scenes of people going mental â€“ with limbs all over the shop â€“ went viral. Harry Kaneâ€™s last-gasp winner against Tunisia was the perfect launching pad for these videos, as we laughed and smiled at the pandemonium in Leeds, Croydon, Newcastle and Manchester.
Those 30-second moments of utter jubilation were right for that Kane header. England were the better side, should have had the game wrapped up but just as you were about to say â€˜typical Englandâ€™ and write us off again, Kane nodded in just when it seemed like England were at their most typically English. Cue limbs. Pints in the air, sheer uncontrolled mayhem. Football.
What happenedÂ after was great â€“ England won games, and reached an unexpected semi-final, but it didnâ€™t stop the viral #scenes machine continuing. By the end of the tournament, theyâ€™d become somewhat formulaic â€“ England score, pints go up, arms are waved about and when the cameras areÂ turned off, everyone was soaking wet and down five quid. But was it really necessary for a shower of sticky hoppy sludge to accompany, for example,Â the third goal inÂ the rout of Panama?
It feels as though the big-screen gatherings watching England were determined to out-do each other for that â€˜viralâ€™ moment. Who could do a mental the best? Would it be BoxPark Croydon or Propaganda Leeds? It became less about what the goals actually meant, but what it looked like the goals actually meant. By the mid-week semi-final against Croatia, England was out of energy â€“ and out of beer.
So, does this have anything to do with the recentÂ Sheffield Wednesday vs. StokeÂ CityÂ pie-throwing incident? Most likely not, but it feels like a lot of what entails supporting your club today involves a level of performance. First of all, you need to be seen to be at the game to ensure you have your fan credentials in the first place. Expressing positivity or negativity after a game these days can land you a response along the lines of â€œWell, did you actually go?â€ or â€œWell, if youâ€™d have been to the match, youâ€™d have knownâ€¦â€. Even if you consumed the entire game on television, accessing more angles, replays, in-match data â€“ the truest of the true opinions come from those in attendance.
Yet even if you overcome step one there seems to be a pressure to be â€˜part of somethingâ€™ when youâ€™re at away games in particular. Thou shalt sing, thou shalt stand throughout the entire game (sorry gramps), thou shalt consume ridiculous quantities of alcohol thatâ€™ll either put you to sleep or in prime dickhead mode once the match kicks off. If we score, you have to go mental. For the scenes. For the scenes with the lads on the away-day. Itâ€™ll be class.
Constant fancams, and Twitter accounts dedicated to the spontaneous combustion of football supporters are helping to fuel this. Just look what it means to them. If you didnâ€™t hurl a pastry at a fellow supporter, did you even go?
This is not to downplay the joyousness of the justified â€˜mentalâ€™. The memories of going absolutely bananas will stay with us forever. What makes them special, though, was there was nothing forced about them â€“ it was a pure release. Benik Afobe scoring in a run of the mill league game may make you scream and jump up and down in delight, but if you canâ€™t control your pie in that situation I worry for you.
Football is incredibly personal. I know people who go to games and barely make a noise; I know people who donâ€™t go to games and tear their living room apart when we score; thereâ€™s the people who watch it because theyâ€™re fascinated by football; and people who solely go for the day out â€“ having beers with their mates. All are equally valid ways of spending a Saturday afternoon, but when the way you support your club infringes on someone elseâ€™s support, it becomes a problem. Especially when it seems not to come from a genuine place of emotion, but of acting up to impress your mates, strangers, or the followers of @LimbsAndScenesAndMentalsViralBible.
There will always be dickheads who go to watch football, and indeed being treated like dicks by over-zealous police and ridiculous measures around alcohol and in turn only create more problems â€“ but I canâ€™t help but wonder if social media is helping toÂ fuel a kind of attitude that says: This is how to be a football fan, because it just isnâ€™t.
Having a full, vocal away section is fantastic and a rare bonus of my teamÂ Stoke Cityâ€™s return to the Championship, and the last thing I want is for us to become an Arsenalesque golf crowd â€“ but is it worth the many Stoke fans who say they cannot or will not take their young children to away games? It is possible to enjoy the football and not be a dick about it. But I guess kids having a nice trip with their mum and dad doesnâ€™t help create a good mental.