I don't hate. It is not healthy to hate, and it spreads. I am bewildered, repulsed, or in disbelief how people are with and towards each other, but that's were it stops.
Having lived in Australia for a couple of decades I am quite detached from what is happening on the ground in Germany. In the old days there were Bayern's traditional rivals 1860 and Nuernberg. As an innocent teenager I was supporting these Bavarian teams as well, to a lesser extent. I stopped though once I realised how much their fans hated my FCB. I was astonished to learn that Nuernberg supporters were pouring urine on FCB away fans.
This kind of ignorance and stupidity is not limited to traditional football nations. Last year I went to an away game in Melbourne. We met pre match in a designated pub. Then the pub was ambushed by Melbourne fanatics and set on fire, windows were smashed, and a few of our guys were done over with wooden clubs, and had to go to hospital. After the women and children were brought to safety at the back of the pub the fight back started. The Melbourne guys were pushed out and away from the pub, and an ugly street brawl followed.
We later gathered at federation square in Melbourne's city. The atmosphere was a combination of shock, fear, defiance, and anger, and there was an unusual charge in the air.
In the ground the two rival fan groups were located next to each other, separated only by a line of police. It was ridiculous, and I have never been exposed to so much hatred and abuse channelled towards me. It was extraordinary. Out of this emerged the most electric and tense football experience I have ever witnessed in a football ground.
The hostilities continued after the match, and we rushed to the hotel and got out of our football gear so we could have a meal without being bothered.
I don't hate these guys, but I do wonder what strange substances they put into their drinking water. And I do have a fair idea now what can happen when there is talk about hatred in football.