The government has recently raised an initiative of encouraging our PlayStation children to practise their reading and writing more, by creating poetry in the vein of the football chants. Evidence the art form of the football terraces – its voice – is dying. This initiative while laudable, the paradigm is wrong. The football chant, the songs of the terraces – its poetry, is a paean of the organised and organic community voice, a live vocal tradition or rather, it was. The governments oblique effort at galvanizing a rich historical and diverse local communal heritage, is unintentionally shining a light upon a disappearing tradition.
The rise of the football chant and song was a www.ufabet point of belonging; your team, your community. It was being part of a huge working class choir, mutual support of your team and your fellow fan. When Saturday came, fans bellicose and belligerent, gathered at the hallowed grounds in hope and excitement, to give voice and volume in union, and their unswerving support to ‘our team’, the football players and fans as one. After the Taylor report on the tragedy of Hillsborough, some change was necessary – but look where we are now.
Rightly or wrongly, the demise of the standing terrace began the decline, and the quietening of the voices. Looking at football photographs or film of terracing, like the swaying, roaring Spion Kop at Anfield or the giant bank that was the Holt End, Aston Villa, is to see and understand a community. Swaying and singing in rhythm, arms and voices aloft, all united and in verses of their own.