Buzzing for you, Evertonians!
While I (obviously) don't condone aggression at all, football is very, very important to some people, and that's not silly or embarassing.
It's a constant in their lives from childhood - passed down through families.
I know people who had their first season tickets when they could barely walk and could sing you a selection of their teams' songs before they started school.
They've been to games every weekend throughout the season their entire life with their grandparents and parents and cousins, and this was the way they bonded with those family members and the memories they hold dearest.
They have memorial plaques at the ground for dead loved ones, would only ever buy their nana an M&S jumper for Christmas in team colour or she'd go mad.
Who travel round the country to see games every other week on smelly coaches just for the sheer love of it and the cameraderie of standing in the freezing bastard cold singing your heart out.
It might seem silly to be upset about something bad happening to your team, but it's not. For some people it's as much a part of their identity as their hair colour or hometown or religion or whether they're left or right handed or their political beliefs or accent or ... anything else.
And not all football fans are men. The fiercest United fan I ever knew was my great-nana who, at 80 years old, was still toddling off to Old Trafford in her scarf until she couldn't any more. One of my oldest friends hasn't missed a game of her local team in years.
So no, football isn't something men invented so they could be arseholes. People love it and if you don't understand that, it's fine, but if someone tells you something is important to them and that they're upset cos it's going badly and you mock them for it then frankly I think that makes you the dick, not them.