The New York Review of Books has a charming little article on the subject of Soccer, and how the game is really predicated on hate. It sounds awful on the surface, but I think the author makes a very good case for his thesis. As one radio show host remarked, "You know, the wonderful thing about soccer is that it's the only situation left where you really feel you have an enemy, someone you can hate unreservedly, someone you don't have to make compromises with. Even with the terrorists you have to worry about whether you're indirectly . . . (continued)
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