Almutminin revenge and praise lag behind.
Nobody has a Bengal in the face.
Then came the Stockholm Derby, and that’s how it went.
Did you notice what Henrik Rydström said after the worst timed fireworks show of the year, after Värnamo – Kalmar FF?
– I’m afraid of bullets, so I was terrified. I hate when it pops up.
Sportbladet reveals that Redstrom may not be the right guy AIK resident.
When Gnaget came to Tele2 for the derby again, it was not mostly to win, but to make sure that Djurgården wouldn’t. Sebastian Larsson last battle, Michael Lustig Last chance for excitement, last chance for AIK to paint the golden battle in yellow and black (same shit in any yellow and black).
Of course it exploded.
The arena was fully electrified half an hour before kick-off, and ten minutes Djurgården left screaming until the sky was split in half. If the imported Hey Jude song is plastic, I want plastic. If legends and derby ghosts are tired, I want cliches. If artificial turf is plastic then … Ah, I want something else.
Larson was everywhere, often at the same time
The challenge for the players was to ride the storm correctly. A hundred seconds later, Joel Asoro hit a thirty-meter corridor for a distance of a hundred meters, just because he wanted so much. Jesper Löfgren got a yellow card after four minutes, only because he got it wrong and panicked. Djurgården had a golden opportunity and a loss to outwit the city, and they had no player left to defend. Two-thirds of the midfield went (Rasmus Schuller on the bench), and the entire central defender was injured. AIK started with a rotation party, 4-2-3-1 and Sebastian Larsson was all over the place, often at the same time.
It took ten minutes, and then it was posted and sometimes parodied AIK by just one point ahead of the most famous football team of the year. Mikael Lustig throws in a throw-in from Larson, cutting John Guedetti first between his passive appearances. Speaking of sarcasm: Gediti cost half of the club’s coffers when he got home, but was told mostly he was fat. Celebrate the goal by teasing the home crowd, as if necessary.
There’s a lot to say about AIK in 2022, about misleading money, the wrong team line-up, about the training carousel, even John Guedetti of course. It’s a furious investment the club has made, and when he arrived he wasn’t in the rhythm of the match, he sustained injuries, and was told he was feeling good. Was it just talk they got for money?
Here John Gedetti stood on enemy territory, his whole body on fire. Referee scolded Ekberg, mocked the home audience, and went out into battle against the entire world.
Thirty million? Worth every penny for a day.
Of course it exploded
Djurgården only found a form of play, and a way to start attacks, when they cut their seat belts after the break. With his audience in front of him, with Haris Radetinac (well celebrated and worthy of his choreography before the match) and Elias Anderson at twenty metres. It was a risk gamble, but it was a gamble. They knew they were up against Nicholas Stefanelli and John Gedetti, and that AIK had long-ball rockets from Larson, Ayari and Bilal Hussein (Who should have gotten a red card before the break) – But they have to do something.
The second half was shaped by that, with Djurgårds pressing and cross-crossing against a cold Victor Edwardsen, with shots from outside and a constant threat from Asoro and Gustav Wikheim. The only time Christopher Nordfeldt was seriously tested was when Magnus Ericsson tunneled Larson and sent a mortar with his right foot toward the cross.
By that time the score was already 2-0. John Gedetti rolled the ball down, and Nicholas Stefanelli rolled it.
Gediti was the protagonist, primal force, and protagonist. He said obesity? Yes, she was fat.
And then he’s no longer the main character, and I’ve learned why.
Of course it exploded.
Of all the parts that bother me about violent romance, the craziest part is the self-absorption, distorted self-image, of violent boys. 81st minute: A great shot hits the AIK platform. Eighty-third place: Bengal singles move towards the Djurgarden family. 87th place: A number of Bengals were thrown in the other direction, the ultras dave made their way towards the heels of AIK, security guards, police, fights and huge cheers of Sophia standing in front of every blazing fire thrown into the Black Sea. People.
John Gidity shined on Sunday
They think that these matches, with tens of thousands in the stands and hundreds of thousands of people deeply interested, with millions at stake and entire club operations in the balance, with the question of the culture of supporters and status ladders and how we should have all the sport of spectators in football … they think it’s relates to them. They believe that their emotions, aggression, interest in confrontation, and primitive male war games trump everything else.
The only result would be a tired but logical blame distribution, resources from society and clubs to redirect, a more regressive policy around supporter culture, and worse football.
After a long absence, the match was due to be played – the show must go on – and chaos ensued. Zach Bosdi was released but missed, Kaley Holmberg scored 2-1 from close range, Collins Sechingi couldn’t get in before he was sent off and it was over.
AIK celebrated wildly in front of their stands (“Djurgården can’t win”), Djurgården gathered and paid tribute to the stands who had just thrown Bengal into the crowds.
Maybe there won’t be SM that went for the teams, they might not be the best in Stockholm. John Gedetti was glowing on Sunday, and no one was probably hurt by the Bengal fire in the face.
Criticize. Who would think that those in power would leave it that way?