Most clubs, in their chant reportoire, have, or so I am led to believe, the guttural retort “Who Are Ya?”
I recognise the question, and why it might be provocative. Circumstances can often challenge our identity. Think about Jesus in the wilderness being tempted. Each one was a challenge to his identity: “If you are the Son of God, then…”
But it is not a question, when phrased as a chant. It is an attempt to say “You are nobody.” And as with all taunts, they are not for discussion. They are like fiery darts – the response is to dismiss them with a shield of truth (borrowing the picture from the armour of God.)
The response is to realise, irrespective of circumstance, “I am a child of the King,” and let that sink in. If that embarrasses you, then blush, but let the truth of it redeem you.
It’s not a lot of use to football fans, but they have all worked out their own corporate responses.
Know yours, resist the devil, and he will always flee.