He admitted himself that he's never experienced a real Spurs game and has no understanding of the level of hatred and violence that used to be connected with the game before it became all safe and antiseptic on the late 80s.
You can't expect the bloke to comprehend a culture he never saw.
Lord no, in the 1970s he was living in his mud-floored shack with his mother and 28 siblings; they had no use for newspapers other than to gawp at the pictures enclosing their chips, for reading was a mysterious and suspicious magic to them. Television had been seen in the larger settlements, but electricity had not yet reached sw's hovel. He freely admits he had never heard of us until he got off the banana boat at Fishguard.