“Violence has no place in football.” This is the sort of thing people always say after violence has broken out in a way that would appear to prove the opposite, and it seems to me that anyone who says it is either lying or missing the point. Of course violence has a place in soccer. It has a place — a deep, foundational, ineradicable place — in every sport. Proximity to the roots of violence is not the only thing sports offers us, but it’s such an essential part of the enterprise that without it, I’m not sure what we’d be left to watch, or whether we’d want to. “Passion should not equal violence” is a meaningless statement in this context, because passion in sports is mingled with violence at its source. When you let in the one, you let in the other. We are a species that regularly longs to burn each other’s castles to the ground.
… Screaming for a goal, laughing at a player fight, punching a wall after a loss, dressing in the colors of a team — I imagine we’ve all done all these things. We’ve paid to do them, and we didn’t pay to do them because we are such gentle and peace-loving souls but because standing near the threshold of violence feels amazing. Watching the membrane that separates you from real insanity go translucent for a few hours is an exhilaration that can see you through the mundanity of any number of Tuesdays.