This club that we all love and support and cry and argue over means more than words can express. It’s a distraction, it’s an obsession, it’s an addiction, it’s a source of stress, it’s a source of pride, it’s a reflection of themselves, their beliefs and their city. For others it symbolizes a dream… a place they have yet to visit, a stadium they have yet to experience, in a country the dream of visiting. But I think it’s fair to say that for any and all that support Arsenal, this club is their HOME.
Home implies family, it implies tension and disagreements and it most definitely implies that home is where the heart is, not a building, a city or socializing with a group of fans that were just literally lucky enough to be born and live in a certain geographic region. Arsenal is and will always be my home. Within that home, Arsenal women have become a home within a home in dimensions that are hard to explain but there is no need for me to do so because you get it.
However, back when I first became an Arsenal supporter back around 1997, I was living in Venezuela, having just moved back from living a few years in Boston. So, to say the least, there was a bit of a crisis there and I didn’t really know where I belonged. Honestly, I still don’t know where I belong but no matter if its living in Caracas, Boston, Los Angeles or when I visit Amsterdam, Eindhoven or Zoetermeer, my home within a home is Arsenal and now my home within a home within a home is Arsenal Women.
Not the community per se, and I’m absolutely ok with that. I thrive being an outcast and literally the point of my podcast and this blog is to be different and offer things that others don’t.
The same way that I don’t really feel or try to be a part of the community of bands that I listen to, because to me it’s not just about that, but a deeper feeling directly with the players, specially with Arsenal Women.
Make no mistake, the Arsenal community and the Arsenal Women community in specific is incredible, but what we consume via twitter and USA tours isn’t a proper representation, but what is it? That’s the point… there isn’t a true one because its a collection of millions of individual and collective thoughts and experiences and feelings.
This is why it’s so silly and borderline childish when people tell others they aren’t true fans. Those people need to convince themselves that THEY are the true real fans not because they know it, but because they need to hear it and because nobody tells them that, which would be weird, they need to hear it themselves.
Today is the most important election in Venezuela for the last 25 years. My home, where I found my home within my home. So if you have Venezuelan people in your life, check on them today.
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A very subjective look into AWFC 
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