European Championship co-hosts Ukraine and Poland denounced a BBC report that portrayed their fans as racist, and European soccer’s governing body reiterated that all foreign guests will be safe.
The BBC Panaroma documentary, titled “Euro 2012: Stadiums of Hate,” showed fans in the two nations giving the Nazi salute and taunting black players with monkey noises. Asian students were also shown being attacked at Metalis Stadium in Kharkiv, one of the host venues.
Former England captain Sol Campbell said in the program broadcast Monday in Britain that fans should not travel to those countries because “you could end up coming back in a coffin.”
Ukrainian Foreign Ministry spokesman Oleh Voloshyn said the program was unjust and smacked of arrogance and xenophobia, portraying “Eastern Europe as mentally not equal to the rest of Europe.”
“We believe this report is outrageous, done in the best traditions of Soviet journalism,” Voloshyn said. “Ukraine is one the leaders in Europe in terms of religious and racial tolerance.
“Nazi symbols can be seen at … any match in England, but does it mean that fans should not come to London for the Olympics?”
Our parents’ daughters and sons believed in the power of songs. What if those days are gone? My memory is strong. Anyone not dying is dead. And baby it won’t be long. So shut up and carry on. A scream becomes a yawn.
Time staggers on.
fucking amazing!
Tiny Vessels - Death Cab For Cutie
so one last touch, and then we’ll go,
and we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more.
i dont think ive ever cared more about anyone else. before, my world revolved around my own problems, and the shit i went through on a day to day basis. but as soon as i began to get to know her, she became integral to my day, to my routine. i looked forward to seeing her in class everyday. and when she wasnt there, i was back to my ordinary life. no one ever “got me” like she did. it made me so happy to talk to her, or when she winked at me across the room, when we argued in class, it made me want to laugh with joy. and i never would have thought that what was happening in front of me was not in fact an illusion played by what i wanted, it was real. i loved her. but theres no way i could get by without problems, without conflict. though as long as i was still with her, i was at ease. it didnt matter what i faced, as long as she was safe, and as long as we were still “we”, i was happy. whatever i went through with her, i kept her in my heart no matter what. i couldnt stop. i always knew that i was in love with her. and whenever she was angry, and didnt speak to me, as she is doing now, i feel a void develop, and i feel my old life creeping in. i usually dont eat or drink, knowing that if i bothered, i might heave it all back out. i hate it. i begin to curse whatever split us apart, and i stop at nothing to try to eliminate it. but maybe she just wont ever understand. when i argue with her, i have her well being at the center of my intentions. she probably doesnt believe so. but for someone who is the center if my universe, id do anything to keep her there. to keep her happy and healthy, now and in the future. because i hope to be a part of her future, and i dont want to watch her suffer then. will time help her understand, or am i the one who is wrong? some may say that maybe we’re just not meant to be. i know how i feel. but now all i really have, when i dont have her, is hope. we might break temporarily, but before, during, and after that happens, i will always hope. hope that shes safe, cares for her well being, and that she will still love me. because i will still love her. because i dont think ive ever cared more about anyone else.
In the final minutes Manchester City stole away what is arguably the most exciting title race ever from Manchester United, giving City fans something to finally cheer about after 44 years without a title.
Athletic Bilbao last won silverware in 1984, so fans of the popular Basque side travelled in their droves to attend the Europa League Final earlier this week for a chance to witness a rekindling of their former glory. Sadly, Falcao and ten other Atletico Madrid players were 3-0 victors on the night, which was particularly hard news to take for the 400 Athletic Club fans who traveled to Hungary for the game by mistake.
The final was held in Bucharest, Romania, but the geographically embarrassed supporters found themselves in vaguely-similar-sounding Budapest, a city roughly 500 miles away and in a completely different country.
LOL.
