On a bit of a tangent, a disabled friend of mine just posted this about her experience on Saturday. Read it and think: are we *always* better than them?
It sure as hell doesn't belong to non-football fans in Manchester.
I don't know about the men shouting harassment at me at Piccadilly station until I broke down in tears and the person I was with (fortunately a 6'5" man) missed his train to lead me by the hand to my bus stop and asked me to text him when I got safely home.
But the ones that shouted at and slammed me into a train wall for the sin of trying to get off the train they were already storming their way on to, were in red and white football scarves. I noticed one look at my white cane and then kick me and grin, clearly thinking he'd get away with it because I couldn't see him.
I love many sports, English and American. I've enjoyed baseball, basketball, cricket, rugby league. None of these plague my city and my life like football. None fill the streets and trains and stations with people who think I'm less than them because I'm a woman, because I'm disabled, because I have dyed hair, because I'm not one of them.
The city is split in two, but not between red and blue. Between the football fans and the rest of us.