Anecdotal football remains...

Quick note on the soccer match I went to, that I haven't written about yet. Remember the game I went to where the Albanian team got blown out by the greek team? Well the goal keeper, who I'm told is usually pretty good, ate some pretty bad goals on the way to the five-nothing drumming. Granted, a couple of the goals he really should have stopped, but he was let down by his defense and pretty much was on his own for the most part. Besides, even assuming he could have put the team on his back, kept it to a 2-0 loss, there was no way this team was gonna go to Greece tonight, and somehow score two goals, cause their offense had no spark whatsoever.
So. All that said, by the end of the game, with the fifth goal in the back of the net, the crowd unleashed it's pent-up vitriol on the poor keeper. Now I mentioned in an earlier post that I found it hilarious when the Albanian crowd cursed out the Greek players in language that they couldn't understand, but the embattled net minder certainly understood what the crowd was saying. Now I've been at sporting events where the crowd booed the home team or but never have I seen it so obviously directed at one player. And when I say crowd, I mean the entire section of the stadium, (or at least what was left,) not just the yelling, bare chested, crazy-ultra types, screaming in unison, choreographing their words with various obscene gestures, saying horrible things about the keeper and his loved ones. It was quite literally, the loudest the crowd got all night. Bear in mind this is the Home crowd. Going after what I hear is one of the best keepers in Albania. After what can probably be considered the best season in the clubs 80+ year history. Facing a faaaar superior team. On basically the opening game of the new season. Anyways, so the keeper wasn't impressed with this and he started back with the sign language. Which was kind of funny cause he had to keep one eye on the game and one eye on the crowd cause this went on for a while during the flow of the game. His head was basically on a swivel. Finally after making a save, he grabbed the ball, and drop kicked it at the section from which he'd been receiving all this venom. Which of course, only spurred them further, and were only silenced by the final whistle, which mercifully came quick.

Just a quick insight into the mentality of your local soccer officianado.