My life as a football hooligan is the sum of two parts: truth and dare.
The truth is that I’d always reveled in the antics we got up to. I had been a part of my football tribe since I was 13. I had watched my team from terraces and I had watched my brothers from the curb. We beat teams on the field and we beat fans on the street. It was a way of life and I couldn’t wait to be a part of the action.
My dare came aged 17. Away games were fun and it was on the road where I received my initiation. I was pushed to become a man that day. I was to march at the head of the tribe. I was to fight and become a warrior. My glory… my funeral. I became a casualty that day and I fought no more.