On Tuesday I accidentally stepped into a subway car filled with soccer fans, mostly Rapid, on the travel to the derby against Austria. Soccer fans, amassed, always fill the air with violence, power struggles, obscenity and a cocktail of testosterone, beer and cheap after shave.

Aside from the elderly couple with “Wir sind Rapid”-shirts (we are rapid) and the odd underage fan it was mostly young men with tatoos, very short hair and loud voices. This is what I learned from them:

[***beware: obscene language***]

- You got to wear jeans from the G-Star label.
- If your girlfriend says, she doesn’t want you to look like your mate, drop her, because she is a bitch.
- Jeans only from G-Star, I mean it, dude. If it is not G-Star, then it is the wrong trousers.
- If a woman calls you on the phone, that means she wants to fuck you.
- G-Raw, everything else is wrong, you asshole!
- Fucking Jews, we have missed our station!
- If you 42 size shoes then of course G-Star looks wide. But there is nothing else.
- We are gonna nail them this weekend. (I am not exactly sure what that means, though…)

Then I had to get out. I can’t wait for the Euro 2008.

by the way: how about a pair of these: Elwood Heritage Loose Pant Brooklyn Denim dark vintage von G-STAR

at 109,90 € that’s a treat.

ps: I am not getting paid for this. But if anybody from G-Star reads this, a black or grey hoodie would be cool, thanks!