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Being amidst such a vocal group was exciting but in a strange way it divorced me from the flow of the play. The singing keeps going irrespective of events on the pitch and all the chants are well-established. At Portman Road I hear new chants or circumstantial chants. Here there was none of that. I like the ritual of "Come on you Blues" whenever a corner is taken, and the absurdity of the drawn out "Dodgy keeper" for a goal kick. I want to hear the swelling roar as a midfielder makes a heroic run through the middle. Amidst the glorious flag-waving bellowing of the barras there is no room for the quiet irony of "We're not singing any more" or "We're going to score in a minute".
For all that, I had a great evening. The inevitable post-match review on the way back to the parking lot was good-humoured and informed. Since nothing can be finer than dinner in the diner, we went on to Bob & Edith's in Arlington where the short order cook wanted to know all about the game and particularly sought details of Khumalo's performance.