Replacing 'me-time' with 'we-time' at Tirona vs Partizani

Tirana Times
By Tirana Times March 8, 2019 10:17

Replacing 'me-time' with 'we-time' at Tirona vs Partizani

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  • “I know half of the guys there. We don’t really hate each other. But in this stadium we do. And in this stadium, we need to crash them,” a man noticing me take pictures of the ‘reds’ tells me confidently, and then turns in their direction holding his middle fingers up.

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By Sidonja Manushi  

Willingly - and excitedly even - going to a football match in Albania as a woman is worth it even just for the looks on people's faces when you tell them you'll be spending your Friday evening watching legendary Tirona vs Partizani. But it's definitely not the only reason.

A football match is very much like a ritual. Actually, considering how F.K.Tirana fans call their team God, calling it a ritual is probably the most fitting word.

Tirona fanatics come at a derby such as the one against Partizani (which remains undefeated by FK Tirana over the last five years) about six to five hours ahead of the game. They sit in small, not very fancy, but shady under trees coffee shops, wearing blue and white hats, shirts, scarves, and think ahead of the moment they won't be able to drink inside the football stadium by downing as many beers as possible.

Of course, part of the gathering process is dividing the hiding spots for all those firecrackers and pyro that we see explode inside important derbys like this although we know it's illegal. Here too, girls are invaluable, hiding most of the equipment in places no one dares search them and sneaking in bottles of rakia as if it's water much more efficiently than their fellow male trouble-makers. Too bad only a handful of girls attend matches, let alone be club fans who enjoy to harmlessly break the law.

By the time police start arriving around the Selman Stà«rmasi stadium (home ground of the club named after eminent KF Tirana player, coach and president, Selman Stà«rmasi), chants dipped in excitement and cursing can already be heard, just like the occasional tipsy fan cracking a joke and then smiling devilishly at the young boys still leaving an elementary school close-by. At this point, beers are being passed around from one person to the other, and I'm guessing it's not because the store is too far away, but because these fans communicate as if they're part of a family and, in a family, sharing is caring.

Another reason is that when you're drinking time flies and, before anyone knows it it's already one hour and a half to the game; a clear sign that entering any minute later will mean too much traffic at the entrances. Seeing even tourists - sun-kissed Germans and Dutch youths with a passion for football probably having found out about the game - sitting around the stadium's edges, makes entering the stadium at 4:30 pm actually make sense.

Passing through those gates marks the moment things stop making sense - or even need to.

Gate D slowly starts filling up with blue and white, with men, boys and children (and the occasional girl) banging their feet on the old plastic chairs that haven't had someone actually sit in them in ages. They chant old and new songs and shout at the opposing side of the field, where a considerably smaller group of red-dressed fanatic fans is supporting FK Partizani.

"I know half of the guys there. We don't really hate each other. But in this stadium we do. And in this stadium, we need to crash them," a man noticing me take pictures of the 'reds' tells me confidently, and then turns in their direction holding his middle fingers up.

Not being allowed to bring many supporters at a Tirana home game, Partizani has gone all out and hired a Partizani-clad paraglider roam around the stadium about an hour before the match starts, forcing you to turn your eyes on the sky.

Tirona fanatics do not spare their curses at him too.

As expected, the match itself doesn't hold much of a significance. Not because it is dull, although none of the teams ended up scoring a goal, but because the feast and atmosphere that surrounds it is much more remarkable.

A football stadium - maybe more so than stadiums of any other sport - is a place where you can feel truly alive for 90 minutes. It is the kind of playground that makes you forget your routine, stress of daily life, that annoying co-worker or the insecurity of the future. Those moments of cheering over a ball and a football jersey are priceless and can be felt just as passionately in a pitch somewhere in a village as they do in the most crowded of stadiums.

Sometimes, during wine conversations with male and female friends who consider themselves too intellectual to watch football - and especially an Albanian match attended by "hood guys" - I have heard that football is particularly likable for apathetic boys who need to belong in a group, often lacking individuality.

But the need to belong to a group, be part of something bigger than ourselves, is part of being human, that which Aristotle called being a "social animal." And, in a world constantly asking you to prove, offer or possess something to feel as if you belong, rare are the places that remain without judgment and criteria, but rather welcoming of whoever is willing and capable to cheer and let go of societal norms for almost two hours.

Consider it as your get-out-of-the-comfort-zone activity for the next time you get a chance to watch a live football match.

Tirana Times
By Tirana Times March 8, 2019 10:17