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No way to treat soccer fanatics
Brollies not allowed and shelter scarce
May 17, 2007
by Dave Feschuk
http://www.thestar.com/Sports/article/214904
As soccer fans walked through the gates for last night's Toronto FC game against the Houston Dynamo, they were greeted by steady rain and persistent wind and a depressing mid-May thermometer reading of 8 C.
And then they got the truly cruel news: umbrellas were banned.
So anyone who brought one – i.e. anyone with a brain – had to either go home or stand in line to have theirs checked. It was no joke and there were no exceptions. And, yes, apparently there was a no-umbrella rule inscribed in the microscopic fine print on the back of the tickets – stacks of which, by the way, were being hawked at half price by scalpers outside.
It's a measure of the enduring civility of our society that most fans stood patiently (clinging to their umbrellas until the last possible moment) as they waited five or 10 minutes to give up their sightline-obscuring contraband. Nobody was happy about it and when word got out that the souvenir kiosks were sold out of $15 red rain ponchos, nobody got happier. (One employee said there was an inventory of fewer than 300 of the sought-after raingear.)
But such is the ridiculousness of Canada's national soccer stadium, a bargain-basement construction of concrete and galvanized metal that, even as a month-old hulk, recalls some of this planet's finest shanty towns.
There's not a sliver of shelter from spring storms or summer sun in the place, save for the line of luxury boxes on the West grandstand. The only other covered seats in the stadium mostly needed to be wiped clean of the work of wayward marksmen in the mercifully heated washrooms.
The proprietors obviously don't mind their fans soaked. Drunken revelry is one of the raisons d'être of the game's devotees; the beer company that's heavily invested here has a slogan that dubs its suds as "Part of the Game." At $6.25 for 14 ounces, it's the profitable part.
Still, the club sent its drinkers – er, season-ticket holders – a tone-it-down email in the wake of Saturday's first win, when police filled up a takeaway vehicle with presumably drunk-ish delinquents on a day when the field was showered with the giveaway seat cushions, an intervention that struck at least one man as excessive.
"S---, I've been hit with golf balls," said Mo Johnston, the Toronto FC coach who played professionally in his native Scotland. "I got hit by a (meat) pie in Celtic Park. And I was playing for Celtic.
"Where I come from, a Rangers-Celtic game" (with its inherent Protestant-Catholic tensions) "now that's dangerous."
In other words, Hogtown's now home to faux-Euro hooligans to go with the local club's faux-British logo and the field's faux-British food, specifically the chip butty, the signature as-in-England delicacy that amounts to French fries on white bread.
Those aren't inherently bad developments. Conn Smythe has never been awakened from his subterranean sleep by the corporate meetings known as Leafs games. (Although as exotic artery-clogging indulgences from the U.K. go, it says here the deep-fried Mars bar would have been a bigger hit.)
The fans who stuck around last night – and there were thousands of empty seats among the announced sellout of 19,132 – were to be admired. They were either die-hard soccer nuts or, like, totally hammered. But Toronto FC is marketing itself as fun for the whole family and the atmosphere might not be suitable for young'uns. Last night, unless the kids brought awfully good rain coats, the place was a common cold in the making. (Clearly a couple of canopies – in the finest corrugated tin, no doubt – would have cut into the proprietors' profit margin too deeply.)
Alas, there's nothing dry about BMO Field. The cutoff for beer sales was posted as the 75th minute. But by the 90th minute of a 1-0 win, neither the beer taps nor the rain had stopped. As a measure of the enduring civility of our society, only a couple of left-over seat cushions and some red and white streamers littered the pitch when the home team scored the winner.
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