Sports Illustrated’s soccer hater, Chris Mannix, spent five days with hard core soccer fans to address the usual complaints against soccer. He walked away a believer.

His first outing was with DC United’s La Barra Brava.

Chris Mannix: Are You Like Me? (I bet you are) I Bet You Hate SOCCER:

COMPLAINT NO. 1
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American Fans Lack Passion
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Two weeks ago, if you’d asked me about La Barra Brava, I would have guessed it was a Latin boy band. Turns out, with over 1,000 members representing more than 30 countries, the Barra is considered MLS’s largest, most diverse and most rabid fan group. Great, I thought when I learned I’d be hanging out with them in Washington, D.C., for United’s game against the Houston Dynamo on June 4. The David Hasselhoff fan club.
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My first indication to the contrary came well before kickoff. A driving rain had turned a four-hour trip from Manhattan into six, and I was beginning to wonder if I’d get to see my first soccer game at all. I texted Rob Gillespie, one of Barra’s elders, to confirm that the pregame tailgate had been washed out. His answer was succinct: rain or shine.
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It’s amazing what Barra members can do during a tornado watch. They can eat, even when their rolls have turned to mush and the charcoal flames are reduced to a flicker. They can drink, even if their keg cups contain less beer than monsoon. And they can sing. Oh, can they sing. First Vamos United. Then the Barra Brava song. Soon I’m frantically scrolling through my BlackBerry for the lyrics and singing along — it’s addictive.
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The Barra takes advantage of a break in the rain to head into RFK Stadium. Rather than seek refuge beneath the overhanging stands members march directly to their section at midfield. They cluster together behind a massive black banner, even though the stadium isn’t lacking for seating. As the players emerge, the chants begin again. Everyone on Houston sucks. The refs suck. Cobi Jones sucks. (Never mind that Jones, I learn, played in L.A., retired last year and is not in attendance.)
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After 16 minutes the referees deem the field unplayable and wave the teams out of the muck. The Barra doesn’t move. When lightning strikes in the distance, the P.A. announcer tells fans to take cover in the concourse. The Barra chants louder. Only after a personal request from a United official does the Barra relent. An hour later the game is suspended. A few angry Barra members storm the flooded field and are escorted out. The rest leave on their own, hurling profanities.
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As I wade back to the van, water spills from my sneakers at every step. I should be miserable, but I’m not. I’m smiling. American soccer fans are great. If only there were a few more of them.

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