Alex Webber moved to Warsaw in the year 2000 intending to only stay a few months, but has been there ever since…

…travelling the length and breadth of his new home country to cover games from the top to the bottom of the Polish football hierarchy, often risking life and limb. “I’ve been gassed more times than I can count” he said. “Pelted with seats and rocks, arrested, soaked with p*ss, spat on, mistaken for undercover police and been kicked, punched and chased. If you’re taking photos of fans, I think it’s pointless to skulk at the back. You need to be in the thick of the action.” That obviously comes with “associated hazards” as Webber lightly puts it. “Currently, I’m awaiting surgery on a ruptured ACL sustained while escaping from a geezer swinging a plank at me whilst all hell broke loose around us” he said. Curiously when I collapsed on the floor shrieking in agony after my knee gave way, he dropped his chosen weaponry and was the first to come to my aid! Mate, I wanted to say, one moment you’re going to cave my skull in, the next you’ve gone full Florence Nightingale…”

Full feature and extended gallery of Alex‘s amazing photographs here.