Only by implementing my solutions and giving me 4 per cent of all sponsorship money will the FA begin to see a changeby Caspar Salmon / August 22, 2017 / Leave a comment
Let us turn to Britain’s ever edifying Premier League, with the excitement that always attends a fresh spate of homophobia in the beautiful game. This weekend, kickball fans at Leicester saw fit to chant homophobic abuse at visiting soccer-heads from Brighton, famously the only city with gay people in the UK. Twenty to thirty fans apparently started chanting “vicious homophobic abuse and making homophobic gestures”—Leicester City stewards, we are told, ejected “the offending minority” and reported them to the police, before bosses at Leicester pronounced themselves “disappointed” at the scenes.
First things first: in the Guardian’s blushing coverage of the scandal, the homophobic chant is effectively bowdlerised, as is the nature of the homophobic gestures in question. What exact words were the Leicester fans actually saying? Surely it’s germane to the story to know what precise language a gay football fan or player could expect to hear in the year 2017 at a public event with a heavy security presence.
Secondly, note the hilariously tutting reaction from leaders in the football community: disappointment is a fun official response to undisguised homophobia, when horror, disgust, despair, shame and grim exhaustion were all available. You might plausibly argue that something might actually get done about rooting hatred out of football if the sport’s gatekeepers could be induced to give something more than the merest public shit about it.
It’s a depressing thought that we might have to wait for one of Wayne Rooney’s kids to come out for something to be done about it, but there we are
There’s an Onion article whose headline goes: “Vatican Reverses Stance On Gay Marriage After Meeting Tony And Craig.” I think about the article every so often, because—to murder its central joke—it’s a truism that people who care nothing about the rights of homos probably don’t know any. The doofi in the upper echelons of football don’t consider the eradication of hatred a priority for the game because they can’t think of any gays. They haven’t met the kid horrified into silence by adults screaming their bile; they don’t personally know a homosexual player. It’s a depressing thought that we might have to wait for…