Why Legia?

Why not?

I thought that answer would suffice, but supposedly one should not answer a question with a question. So, where does my passion for Legia come from? Why do I feel the need to go to matches to scream at the top of my lungs for over 90 minutes? What joy do I receive from the countless minutes of lip biting (switched from nails to lips a few years ago since one tends to run out of nails quite fast...), finger picking, hair grabbing, foot tapping, and disgruntling, as I watch my beloved team try and bring home a 1:0 victory over a 2nd (sometimes 3rd...) rate team?

This fiery passion has its beginning in the days when I was a child. Our neighborhood was ruled by Legia fans, and wherever you would look - wall, hallway, staircase, toilet, desk, train, or what have you - you would see the holy symbol: a black L in a circle. I could not enjoy this for that long of a period of time, since fate had me move away to the "Western" - more 'civilized' - part of the world. After a 10+ year exodus, I came back to Poland, and it was a matter of time before the sparks from my childhood past kindled the fiery passion that is Legia.

The need to express this passion - in more ways than one - comes from the mere mental reason, that bottling all of this up, would most likely have negative effects for the rest of society. So I guess that all of you anti-ultras hot dog munching naysayers should be glad that the level of 'hate and aggression' only escalates to the level that it does within our community (you somehow forget that...), because what would happen if we did not have publicly funded cages to release our emotions in for 90+ minutes? Sure, these emotions go beyond our stadium grounds, and we praise our club on the streets of Warsaw after a win. And we brighten up the city with different graffiti. Or let others know we have been somewhere by leaving stickers. It is a humanimal behavior. You are letting the others know that you are around. A prey will not feel fear, until it feels it is in danger. And it will not feel danger, unless it feels itself to be prey.

Anyway, enough about the food chain. It's not like we feed on the bodies of all the other rivals we kill... You are what you eat, and fate knows we don't want to become like those poor suckers. Unfortunately for them, they'll never get to feel how great it is to be a fan of the best football club in the world... And I guess that answers the last question. No matter how poorly our sack kickers play. No matter how many matches we'll lose to beyond below par teams. No matter which league we will play in. We will always live with the conviction that our team is the best in the world.

Therefore, regardless of when you read this, the fact remains that you have learned of Legia Warszawa. And whether or not you will want to come back and read more, check out some videos/photos, or research the club's history, is beyond me. I will be satisfied after writing up a piece regarding an issue which I feel needs to be addressed. Be it regarding our family of fans, our club, or our heroic city...

...or a good day amongst the many thousand we go through.

So, once again.
Why Legia?
Why not?