i just need to post this here... such a good read... credit to bro llclll... as always...
http://ultrasel12.blogspot.com/2011/03/at-edge-of-world.html21 March 2011
AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
“Hang on a bit. The match venue is being relocated. It’s not being played at the Jugra Stadium anymore” reads Paeh from the backseat of my car, after receiving an SMS from a mate who is already in Banting, pausing probably for dramatic effect. “Babi betul” the rest in the car sighed in unison. “If it’s relocated to MBPJ Stadium I’m going home” chimes in Azim defeatedly, who is seated next to Paeh. Today, the 20th of March 2011, we, the Bangi Bangers quarter of the Ultrasel are already halfway to Banting, a town that might as well be at the edge of the world when compared to the hustle and bustle of Shah Alam, Bdr Baru Bangi even, for a match between the Melaka FA and the Royal Malaysian Air Force Hornets of the FAM League to lend our support to the Ultras Taming Sari. And Banting, a no-return town, is an ironically apt place the Melaka team finds themselves to be in, considering that they are now playing at the very edge of the footballing world; in the lowest league of one of the low-ranked footballing countries.
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Malaysian professional domestic football is separated into three rungs; the top being the Malaysian Super League, followed by the Premier League and finally the FAM League. The FAM League, being the bottom placed division, are normally the battleground for semi-professional teams, newly-formed club sides (normally doomed to a quick and ignominious collapse within a few seasons due to the lack of fanbase and funds), district teams looking for a quick way to promote their backwater towns, and the many teams of the many branches of the Malaysian armed forces; made up of army personnel who are made to take up sports in order to keep fit, due to the lack of an actual war to fight in. State FAs, with their sizeable tax-payers-funded budget, normally are successful enough to stay in the Super League. A season in the Premier League for a state team, although alarming, happens all the time too. Thus, for a state team such as Melaka being relegated so low to the bottom league of a country ranked comparatively low in the FIFA standings, is downright deplorable.
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“OK, the match is only being relocated to the Air Force base just outside of Banting. We need to drive past the town centre, and the base will be on our right” explains Paeh after another SMS comes in. We all breathe a collective sigh of relief, and I flick on my turn signal, gun the engine of my MYVI and join the traffic again for what according to the GPS is another 10 km travel. After tailing a driver who is seemingly sightseeing for what seems to be an eternity on the single-lane road (hey, I work for MIROS, I HAVE to drive safe), enduring a minor traffic congestion in the middle of the Banting town and waiting for the army base entrance security to allow us in (they initially hesitating to let us in may have something to do with the fact that we have our Selangor mufflers covering our lower faces, but I’m just theorising here), we finally find ourselves parked by the match pitch, a modest but adequate facility for a match in the bottom rung.
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Just four seasons ago, the Mousedeers were plying their trade in the top division, the Super League. However, that proved to be their final season in top flight. They were relegated to the Premier League in the following season, and after three forgettable seasons in the Premier League, the inevitable finally happened with the Melaka FA being relegated to the FAM League in 2011, reduced to playing against amateurs, army personnel and retirement-age footballers. They now face playing in empty stadiums with reject players and the lack of attention usually received by other state teams. As usual in Malaysia, fingers were pointed, blames were assigned (although none were willingly accepted) and fans stayed away except for the few loyal and brave ones. Foolhardy even.
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One such foolhardy Melaka fan today greets us upon our arrival. His name is Shaffizi, and he warmly greets each and everyone in my car, Paeh, Azim, Afiq and I personally. “Weh, thank you ah sebab datang". It is not a big deal for us. We’ve been looking forward to experiencing a lower division match ourselves (Selangor FA DON’T you dare screw up! We don’t want to have to experience lower-league football out of necessity!). He continues “We’re sorry that there are so few of us from Melaka today. It’s quite some distance away, and Lekir our capo has another business to attend to. Usually there’s a lot more of us, around 15 or so.” I notice Paeh and Afiq exchanging glances at this remark.
We are immediately taken to the stands. Another ‘musibat’ (sometimes the UTS refer to themselves as that, seriously) greets us with relief and excitement on his face. The day is brisk with the chilly seaside breeze, a nice change from the heavy industry-polluted acidic rain that had earlier threatened us Bangi Bangers from making our way here. The pitch is in good condition with no puddles and the grass-blades look like they have only been cut a few days before. I guess that’s one good thing about playing in the lower leagues; your team will have less matches to play, will be knocked out early in cup competitions, ensuring virtually no pitch wear. The dressing rooms for both teams are simply two makeshift army-style tents with camo nets as walls. A far cry from the riches of the top leagues. A few banners are already hung on the stands, including one with the face of the former Melaka and Malaysia legend Soh Chin Aun on it. A number of the UltraSel boys are already there, and with one hour to go, it is time for the customary pre-match banter and jokes.
Gentlemen, this here is your dressing room. Haha just kidding! But seriously, you have to get butt-naked in here
I will make no jokes about this banner
Unfortunately, I am the first to receive a ribbing. Spotting my notebook and pen, Gozal of the UltraSel told me to “jot down the team strategy real close, team official”. Hahaha. He’s in my bad list now. Someone half-jokes, half reminds us to tone down some of the more provocative chants later. Bad joke, EXTREMELY good warning. You don’t provoke people who are trained to kill with their bare hands, even when you ‘don’t really mean what you say’. Another cynically remarks at how good the pitch is, as compared to those used by Super League teams. A team official walks from the bench to us, and casually tosses a freshly-opened pack of Dunhills at us. “Here you go. Rokok rewang” he adds with a smile. We accept it excitedly with a cheer. I guess Dunhill is still sponsoring Malaysian football all this while.
The match starts soon enough and so do the chants, although without any drums. The guys keeping the drums are not here yet. We make do with just clapping. At the RMAF end of the stands, a few voices make fun of our singing. “Radio buruk!” “Woi senyap a!” Typical Malaysian football fan attitude, so we soldier on, although everyone seems a little shy to belt out their real jantan voices. 15 minutes into the match, the Hornets draw first blood. A half-hearted attempt from the edge of the Melaka penalty box is fortuitously deflected by a Melaka defence, sends the Melaka goalkeeper the wrong way and bounces meekly into the goal mouth, despite the goalkeeper clambering on all fours to keep the ball out. The 20-strong RMAF crowd cheers their team on, but we soldier on.
The Hornets’ first goal. Sorry about the picture quality
As if on cue, three more UltraSel boys arrive, as if they know that what they are carrying has never been more important. Jebat hastily makes his way to the stands with a bass drum and his drumming renews our vigour. This time, the mocking and insults from the other end is drowned out and finally silenced for good. The Melaka players also seem to be psyched up by the bass drum and they soon equalise and we go wild. In ten minutes’ time they score again, leading the match for the first time.
The drum arrives!!! (Seriously, don’t we have any other cameramen?!)
However, the half time whistle saves the Hornets from any more misery and the players trudge off the pitch for a break, right by the touchline. (Again, this is an FAM League match. No fancy dressing room.) We also take our break, ironically yelling in jest “kuaci kuaci kuaci kuaci! Air air air air! Burger burger burger burger!” in imitation of the stadium vendors, to nobody in particular. However, surprisingly, another team official then comes cradling a box of bottled drinks to us. He wordlessly sets it down on the floor and walks back to the team bench. We graciously rip the box open and hand out the bottles to one another.
Shaffizi explains; “these gestures happen quite a lot because we are about the only fans still attending the matches.” He adds that the first time the UTS joined during a match, the officials were stunned and they were left to do as they pleased. After the match, the management was even more eager to please them with the Chief Minister of Melaka himself phoning one of them and making donations for supporting equipment such as drums, banners and flares. I can only be amazed at this show of support for supporters. I hope one of the schmucks in the Selangor FA will come by this article. You guys can start not by handing us money, or by buying us stuff, or by handing bottled drinks, but you can start by lowering the matchday ticket price, you leeches! Make it affordable for most of the people again, and only then will the fans start filling up the empty seats! RM15 is too much for your own fanbase who are mostly students and wage-earners. It’s Form Four Ekonomi Asas, you dummies!
But enough of my ranting. The second half starts without much fanfare, except those made by us the Ultrasel and the UTS. Another goal for Melaka will surely ease the pressure on them. Banting is a little too far for their own fans to travel to without returning home with a win. They play quite well and with a bit more brilliance than their semi-pro opponents. Only their finishing lets them down (but that’s a typical Malaysian strikers’ plague, even in the top leagues, isn’t it?) They finally find a goal around the 60th minute, when a midfield launches a looping ball over the defence. A striker (admittedly, I don’t know any of the Melaka players) charges towards the ball while jostling with a defender before brilliantly stabbing the bouncing ball past the onrushing goal keeper and into the net to make it 3 – 1. We go wild.
Afiq goes wild! No, wait. He’s probably yawning. Yup, he’s yawning
However, our merry making is short-lived. Sometime in the 70th minute (there is no electronic scoreboard. Again, this is an FAM league match!), due to some lackadaisical defending, the Melaka defence concedes another goal. It’s 3 – 2. We would be biting our nails if not for the clapping and cheering. But we soldier on. This time, the defence tightens up, ceases their horse-play and leaves the time wasting to the strikers in their opponents’ half. Somebody remarks that the match seems to be going longer than they think. Two more minutes of added time and some unimaginative play by the Hornets, and the whistle is blown by the referee. We cheered and sighed with relief at the same time.
As the players exit the field wearily, we sing “Stand up for the champions, bangun untuk juara” and they applaud us while filing past us. However, their number 10 who must be a more senior player as he looks slightly older than the rest, stops in front of us, and rather firmly calls those who had gotten on the bench to come back near him. They all oblige. They chant and jig to our tunes before going back for their match post-mortem with the coach (on the pitch, of course). In the lower leagues, apparently players’ appreciation for their fans is more visible and more vocal.
Dear Malaysian foreign team supporters: you can never get THIS from your favourite teams. Love, your fellow Malaysians who await your presence at the local stadiums
We continue chanting, thanking the team, the players and each other for everyone’s effort in making Malaysian football more exciting. We also thank the RMAF players and they clap at us from afar in return. We are Malaysian fans, vociferous yet respectful of each other, especially of those whose day jobs involve putting their own lives on the line for us and the country. Someone fishes out a stick of flare from his backpack, but his friend fearfully yet comically stops him from lighting it up. “Oi musibat jangan! This is an Air Force base! A pilot will land his jetplane on your head you moron!” We can’t help but chuckle at their Bujang-Lapok antics. We then furl the banners, take a commemorative picture together and bid our goodbyes and head back to our cars.
Azim, the guy with the least photogenic face, as usual is made the designated photographer
Shaffizy walks us to the car, and I ask him about the current FAM league standing. “It’s only been around three matches, but especially after this win, Melaka is at the top.” He beams while explaining to me. “As long as they can keep this up, next season we’ll be in the Premier League again. Things are looking up now with the new management and coach for this season, so let’s see. And I hope there’s no more borderline match-fixing like that FA Cup match against Sime Darby we suspiciously lost 0 – 5 to.” We wish him well, bid him goodbye and make our way home.
On the drive home, I can’t help but compare the Melaka FA to the luck of the Malaysia national team in recent years. Just three years ago, we were placed at a record low FIFA-ranking; 170th place. But now with a better set of young players that are still to peak and a miracle-worker of a national coach, we have won the 2009 SEA Games football Gold medal and just recently; the 2010 AFF Cup. Although nowhere near our best ranking at the 77th place, now we are 138th and by the looks of it, we’ll continue climbing up in the nearest future. For a closer comparison, Melaka fans need look no further than to the Kelantan FA. In the 2005 season, the Red Warriors were reduced to playing in the same league as Melaka is in now. But under a prolific new FA president, they improved, and shot straight to the top so fast that if given the chance, they could now probably challenge the best of Asia in the AFC Champions League. Where is the Kelantan FA now? Stating the answer here would probably win me the ‘Most Obvious Statement of the Year by a Football Hack’ award. Yes, there is such an award. Check it out here.
Whereas for us, the UltraSel, we can now proudly say that we have attended a lower league match, away from the fanfare, media attention, the fans and a consistent match venue that is not going to be changed at the last minute. When is your turn? Adopt your local lower league team today even if you are already a supporter of a more established top team, come to their matches and they will appreciate your support. You’ll probably get free mineral water in return, handed to you by the players themselves.