A new project! Las perspectivas - an introduction. (17th July, 2017)

I'm on a search.

I'm not searching for an answer. I'm searching for a profile, a painting of the football fan, a sculpture of the various complexities of supporting a club in Spain.

In my previous project, I tried to capture that. The Hinchas y Jugadores project succeeded in bringing very different stories - those of fans, writers, players and coaches - together. But no story is complete - there will always be something left unsaid.

Being a fan of a club is more than just a commitment. It is a way of life. And while it would be impossible to capture everything in one article, there are some basic questions that we often forget to ask.

Think about a club. Now, try answering the following questions about the club: What sets it apart? What sets the fans of that club apart? Does its board support its ultras? Do those ultras even think about themselves in political terms?

I know as little as you do. And I want to find out more - much, much more.

This project is open ended - it has no expiration date and no completion target. It's not daily, and it'll be "live" for a long time. And that's because finding and sharing perspectives is a never ending process - it doesn't end in 19 days. In fact, if you have a perspective to share, feel free to contact me.

So join me, as I ask fans of clubs big and small - mostly small - from around Spain about their perspectives.

I hope you enjoy it!

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