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Who really knows what goes through the addled minds of terrorists?
It sure as hell isn't a blinding flash of good judgment.
And for those wishing to take their brand of stupidity to London, what are they thinking, going up against a Millwall supporter?
Those dudes are the Repo Men of English football.
Putting it mildly, Millwall fans are known for a number of things.
But one of them isn't diplomacy.
Ever hear their infamous game chant?
Conjure, if you must, the tune to Rod Stewart's Sailing and join along with them:
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No one likes us, no one likes us
We are Millwall, super Millwall |
Well, now everyone likes at least one Millwall supporter.
In that interview with London's Sun newspaper, Roy Larner recounted what seemed like the sort of riposte with the trio of terrorists you'd expect to read in a superhero comic book graphic novel, with an emphasis on the graphic:
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"They came in shouting 'Islam! Islam! Islam' and 'This is for Allah!' “Like an idiot, I shouted back at them. I thought, ‘I need to take the piss out of these bastards’.” “I took a few steps towards them and said, ‘Fuck you, I’m Millwall’. So they started attacking me.” “I stood in front of them trying to fight them off. Everyone else ran to the back. “I was on my own against all three of them; that’s why I got hurt so much. “It was just me, trying to grab them with my bare hands and hold on. I was swinging. “I got stabbed and sliced eight times. They got me in my head, chest and both hands. There was blood everywhere. “They were saying, ‘Islam, Islam!’. I said again, ‘Fuck you, I’m Millwall!’ |
Keeping in mind the tragedy of those lives that were lost, there's a bit of silver lining in this incident.
- Without his ballsy bravery, the dead and wounded toll could've been greater;
- Grateful citizens are raising dosh for Larner via crowdfuding to help him while he's recovering from his wounds; and
- This incident has turned the terrorists into laughingstocks.
Being real, that last point is huge. Larner put a serious dent in their desire to be known as martyrs. The imagery isn't there in this one.
And even though those jerks held the knives, for their ilk, that might be the unkindest cut of all.