Among Them

It's apparently quite easy to become one of them if you're a journalist.

Bill Buford is asked whether he was from the Express. He's not. He's asked if he's here to write about the football supporters. He is. He's told that they're not hooligans. He says he knows. At this point, they were probably very doubtful, questioning the reason this guy could even possibly be here.

Anyways, back to the first statement. One sentence was enough for the narrator to become one of them. When asked what he was doing here, he answered that he was here to "get very, very pissed."

Enough said.
Welcome to the club.

After being admitted into the gang, the narrator starts learning of the Manchester United fanbase hierarchy, among other things.

At this point, I seriously question myself: why go through all this trouble? Aren't journalists supposed to be leading a dull life, waiting in front of Chris Brown's house to ask him why he- you know, never mind.

Don't forget the Leprechaun costume.

Why is he doing this? He's obviously not a football fan. Not yet, at least. What's his point?

Yes, this is going to help him write an article (or a book in this case), but what is the purpose? There must be something.

He wants to show.

Show what?

"Them."