Who is the spectator or fan who has an inevitable gravitation or affinity towards only mediocre footballers or coaches?
You already know the answer: the one who himself is mediocre, feels the best surrounded by similar entities, listens to bad or artificial music, reads bad literature, never goes to a theater, only likes cabarets, etc. He is the A-typical common man, who can be a good human, a loving father, a good teacher of carpentry, or even a soldier who serves his homeland in war.
But he's a fan of football, he's engaged in it, likes it, so he naturally joins small communities with the same interest, preferably likes to discuss his hobby along with others, who favor the same team and club.
He maybe enjoys some games, happy if his favorites wins, unhappy when they lose, so his followership is on the right track. But that's not enough for him.
He needs some others who think more similarly, so he can create artificial clans, blind followers or tribes.
Tribes that surround him, mainly because they are even more mediocre compared to the torchbearer.
These are long time football spectators, who can hardly distinguish even the most elementary phases of the game, who mix up formation with tactics (just as if someone would be certain to look for his ears around his genitals).
When they talk about the game, discuss the game and even analyze the game, they make one serious pragmatic, vocational and factual mistake after the other, but nobody really cares. The followers follow, the knowledgeable try to keep a good distance.
- Football is easy. Everybody is an expert who's seen 100 games - they preach.
- Place X in the middle, Y on the right, buy Joe, sell Jack, and we are on track to win the big trophy (that by the way nobody will remember in a years time).
If you mix up a doll with a washing machine, you will fail at the kindergarten.
If you mix up a whole-number with a fractional, you will fail in elementary school.
If you mix up Shakespeare with Mussolini, you will fail in high-school.
If you mix up relativity with quantum physics, you will fail at university.
"Nothing matters but the truth" - "God is with us" - they stitch to their flag, and start considerable verbal attacks against innocent football players.
No, not just any footballers, but mostly the players of their own favorite team.
"Great post" - says 'C' - when 'A' mentions a blood-worm to be a bird.
"Expedient list of problems" - says 'B' - when 'D' recites how the main problem with his team is that it would actually need players with larger testicles. (Preferably ones who are unforeskinned, because it lessens weight).
Everyone is happy.
- The coach is horrible! - says the wiser fraction (because everyone knows and observes with the bare minimal knowledge, that he is indeed horrible).
- No! - come up the knowledge-less with considerable hatred.
- The problem is with the King!
- Historic problems with his testicle-size - they buzz and burr, and the battle has started.
Words and words fly in the air, stone-axes and arrows whine just besides ears (with the inevitable historic data, as unquestionable evidences).
- No darling - says the toothless old footballer, who was nominated for the Balloon D'Or three times in his time - you see my redundant friend, formations are not tactics, tactics are not mere passes to the back or forward, the entire art of this sports is a tiny bit more complicated than that - says and tries to come to the rescue of the wiser-fraction.
- You are an asshole! You are not who you are! You aren't even a serious fan of the Test-Testicles-Tombola-Team - belts out the choir, and try to ignore any pragmatic words by anyone.
They love their own words (that's why they write ten thousand posts in a lifespan of a hamster).
The King must die! - echoes the mediocre crowd - specially that he aged a bit and it is the right time to finally consider him as a victim.
- He is the problem! - the commando clangs - and the war goes on for a couple of years.
- The coach is good! - you are all delusional - would resonate the website, but cannot, because it has no walls.
- You see - tries to argue the gerontologically disadvantageous ex-footballer - the task of the coach is to allow the players to show and achieve their full potential.
- The good coach brings out the best from everyone, and at their most suitable positions - sounds another try, but his voice is hardly heard by the commando, which is busy with laying out the strategies for the mammoth-hunt.
The war is lost - before it was even fought - mediocrity always sweeps away pragmatic knowledge and experience.
- All right guys, enjoy! - says the toothless - and retires for the second and final time.
