The topic of the Misano fans booing has come up this weekend with all the riders (or the current ones at least) stating that it’s disrespectful.
But is it? We spoke to a random ‘fan’ at Misano to find out their views and the actual skill involved with a weekend of booing.
Will you be booing this weekend?
Oh yes!
So tell us, when did you first discover your love for… well, booing?
It was obviously back in 2015. Rossi lost the championship to Lorenzo, and the hating boo inside me was born. It was like my spirit animal—except my spirit animal is just a loud disapproving noise.
Interesting. So, do you actually enjoy the races?
Not really. Especially if results go like the first race at Misano. My blood pressure was so high it was squirting out of my orifices.
Do you boo every rider, or do you have favourites to… dislike?
Stupid question. It’s not just random! I boo the dirty cheats…who all happen to have the same surname.
Did Rossi’s recent comments make a difference?
Absolutely. Vale’s words were the fuel to my fire – not like these current riders that are too scared to speak the truth.
So, what happens if a rider crashes in front of you? What’s your game plan?
That’s the beauty of MotoGP. There’s always the chance a Marquez brother will fall in front of us – then, if hopefully he’s badly injured, we can cheer and boo at the same time knowing his cheating carcass is too broken to move. Glorious!
What’s the loudest boo you’ve ever delivered?
Oh, without a doubt, it was here two weeks ago when the cheating rider made his way to the front by cheating and asking the spirits to make it rain. The entire crowd was in shock, but I saw my window. I booed so hard I almost pulled a gizzard valve. The guy next to me gave me a high-five. I think we bonded for life – he even shared his tagliatelle with me later that night.
And what would you say to people who think booing is negative?
Hey, MotoGP is a sport full of emotions. Some people scream, some cry, and some—well, we just boo. It’s like the Yin to the cheerers’ Yang. You can’t have pure celebration without a little disappointment in the mix. I’m just doing my part.
So we have to ask—what kind of training goes into becoming a bitter boo-er? Do you have a routine?
Oh, absolutely. Booing is an art form, mate. You can’t just go in cold! I’ve got a whole regimen.
Really? Walk us through it.
Well, first off, vocal warm-ups are key. You can’t pull a vocal cord mid-boo; that’s rookie stuff – like these Verstappen fan noobs. I start each day with a few “booo” scales—go up and down the notes like “boo-oooo-OOO-oooo-ooo!” It’s like I’m an opera singer, but my aria is just pure dissatisfaction.
And what about endurance? This isn’t speedway, MotoGP races aren’t exactly short.
Exactly! You’ve got to pace yourself. I do cardio. I’ve got a custom boo sprint workout. It’s a mix of short, powerful boos for sudden crashes caused by Marquez, and long, sustained boos for when Marquez is leading by miles and you just want to keep him knowing how much we all hate him. I’ve booed for 45 seconds straight before. That’s my personal best. You’ve got to be ready for any situation.
45 seconds? Impressive. Do you use any equipment?
Oh yeah. I’ve got a megaphone for home practice that I made out of a discarded pizza box, but only for special occasions. I prefer natural boo strength. There’s something more personal about it. I also work on breath control—yoga’s great for that. You ever try to boo from the diaphragm? It’s powerful. You can feel it in your soul – from my soul to the arsehole you might say.
Do you ever worry about over-training?
Oh, for sure. Boo burnout is real. It’s a fine line, you know? And with the Misano double header there’s a very real chance I could blow it. Too much booing at the wrong time and you risk injury—or worse, sounding weak. Sometimes I have to step away and just let out a small “meh” or “tsk”, at say Alex Marquez during practice, to stay loose. But come race day, I’m at 100%.
It sounds like you’ve got this down to a bitter science. Thanks for sharing your boo training tips. You’ve definitely opened our eyes to a pathetic side of MotoGP we never knew existed.
Anytime! Remember, booing’s a lifestyle, not just a hobby.