This is the Guardian.

Hello, my name is Hannah Armstrong and I'm the author of the brutal world of sheep fighting.

The illegal sport beloved by Algeria's lost generation.

I wrote this article after a few encounters with combat sheep on the streets of Algeria, where I

would come across a couple of young men walking large muskly sheep on a leash in an urban area.

As I inquired into this, I learned that there was this whole underground realm of sheep fighting

that I was really curious to learn more about.

At the same time, as I started to spend time with sheep trainers and learn more about this sport,

it really stood out as an excellent metaphor for the ways in which the young Algerians and men

in particular were feeling really stifled by political and social circumstances and altiers,

which was the wider context for why a sport like this, which was so illicit and so violent,

but also kind of harmless, could become so popular.

What I found surprising as I was researching this article was how incredibly tender and affectionate

the sheep trainers were with their sheep.

There were ways in which the sheep came to sort of represent the trainer and added a lot of glory

to the trainer when they would walk them in their neighborhoods and they would just lavish

attention and food and exercise on these giant, beautiful beasts and it really sort of stood out

in contrast to the brutality of the sport where the sheep are just sort of running at each other

and bludgeoning one another with their heads.

Another thing that surprised me was that the authorities were really sort of allowing it to take

place in the neighborhoods where there were matches between the sheep, there would be hundreds,

sometimes thousands of men in a country where the security presence is really excessive.

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