Let's try a long post that might interest somebody, or it might not.
I played football in London for an amateur club running a lot of teams & with a membership or 150/200 or so. The top couple of sides would be inhabited by ex semi pros & some very useful players. It 95 per cent white though. About 10 black guys in my time there. They would usually 'keep themselves to themselves' - it was all very pleasant & rather middle class.
A black guy arrived who was more authentically 'black' & he was a bit chippy about stuff for the 3 months he was there. Nothing to write home about, he just quietly left. I had some sort of connection with him - I was feeding him a few passes for goals, I'd laugh when he said stuff that was a bit close to home for 'the chaps' (nice chaps) to deal with sometimes. this guy was a bit kind of 'edgy' for want of a crapper way to describe proceedings.
Just before he left for another team he mentioned there being ''some bad men here Boss'' or words to that effect & I told him I thought he was wrong & we laughed & I never saw him again - I didn't think he was making it up either, though. This is all in the context of nothing actually happening & people are like what they like in the cultural context of whatever I think, as was brilliantly referenced by the guy with not many posts a little earlier.
We move on a few years - I'm making a guest appearance for one of the less good teams (this is still a predominantly white middle class league) But here, on our team are 2 black guys & someone of mixed race and on theirs are 3 black guys, one of whom is insane & his 'best mate' who is of mixed-race.
I have a big black guy marking me, I am on the wing at this stage. Me & my marker are not up to much, we've returned the ball to each other for throws & free kicks & so on, it's all very peaceful. Meanwhile in the MF they are kicking lumps out of each other in some kind of pathetic black vs black race war where our team is being asked why they are playing with the white man & our mixed-race man is being told ''you're the worst, you're not even fecking black'' which is a great laugh considering the best mate situation.
We've only been playing about 25 minutes, it's pretty nasty. The overall white vs. black count is 15 vs 7, I don't reckon my marker is very interested, I decide that someone needs to do something, which hadn't happened so far because none of the white players seem bothered. So anyway, I wander into MF & spectacularly deck the ringleader - a heavy fall. nothing horrible, his mate moves towards me, I offer the carefully considered point of view that he needs to feck off as well. Don't get me wrong, this is all a joke in relative terms but while black guy was kicking black guy there was no fuss being made by any white players on the field until i went in there & started putting some stick about, if you like. Whereupon, the referee chimes up, their Captain issues an edict that we don't need this & the rest of the game plays out like every other game, just nice & harmless.
There's inter-club drinks after, everyone is very apologetic, they resolve to drum the nasty chap out of their club - I'm trying to convety to you how nice / middle class this all is.
We then go to the pub, me & the black guys from our team - I only really know 1 of them. The conversation is fascinating - they thought the nastiness between the black guys would have carried on all afternoon, they'd noticed there was no white involvement, they thought it was white league football right enough, they recognised the racism my other guy referred to - they didn't want to name any names. You just get on with it, how do you feel when we outnumber you 4 vs 1? We don't really need your help unless it's genuine, we can tell who the fakes are, there are loads. The other guy's name cropped up too, they didn't think he was wrong.
I'm nearly finished... the following week a couple of the other black guys in the club phoned me up to ask something or other, could I find out some team news, did I know the way to somewhere or other. Every black guy in the club nodded or smiled at me for the rest of the season when our paths crossed, really noticeably so, in a ''I know who you are kind of a way.'' It was strange.
Now I want to re-state what a really middle class professional situation this was, no obvious prejudice, and the 12 or so black guys didn;t seem like a coherent group as we all floated around various teams & so on & so forth.
And really finally, they were all completely different kinds of guys, playing in different positions, different levels of ability, physiologically different, size of cock I'm not sure....
I don't know, make of the fascinating story whatever you like, but remember me as the hero of it, that's the main thing.
And remember that this thread is a crock of shit with some really not very nice ideas being put about.