Photo: Jake Vivori
"Olé, olé olé olé, ReAL, Salt Lake!" repeats, increasing in volume on the south end of the Rio Tinto Stadium on a Saturday night. The stands are full—red, gold and blue are the colors of choice—except in Section 9 at ground level behind the south goal, where a menacing row of black-clad hooligans wave flags and lead chants over a banner printed "Salt Lake's Finest." As I watch from behind, their energy and rage fuels my adrenaline, and I can't help but join in. A familiar, overwhelming wave of thousands cheering erupts through the stands as the team jogs out onto the field, and I get goosebumps—the evidence of anticipation, expectation, nostalgia and, more so than anything else, pride. It's my first ReAL Salt Lake game alongside the infamous Salt City United supporter group, and I'm practically swooning with excitement.