As the thundering percussion and vociferous trumpet of the Energy FC’s Latino support club Furia Verde blasted out an earnest melodía reminiscent of Los Fabulosos Cadillacs’ “Matador,” like a call to acción they were joined on the edge of the field by a succession of fans of all ages, numerously holding various flags and banners and other accoutrements, many representing their various South of the Border heritages and/or homelands in both regalia and regality.
Briskly taking the field when the home-team’s name is finally announced, they’re doing their job, pumping up the Sunday evening crowd with maracas rattlin’ and cannons boomin’, smoke bellowin’ and flags wavin’. The crowd doesn’t hesitate at all; they’re right there with them every on every beat, all on their feet, fists pumping and chests beating when their favorite player is announced on the scoreboard, ready for the absolute beatdown the Energy has in store for the L.A. Galaxy II.