Once, back in the mists of time (2006) on the streets of a faraway land (Madrid), Viggo Mortensen was shooting a movie (Alatriste, by Agustín Díaz Yanes).
Just recently, Viggo told a story from this time to an Argentinian radio station that went a little bit like this:
On one of his days in Madrid, Viggo happened to be out and about while wearing the soccer jersey of his favorite club, the Argentinian team San Lorenzo de Almagro, the colors of which are strikingly similar to Spain’s own Barcelona FC’s. Now on this day, Viggo was just walking about in his jersey, being Viggo, carrying a bag with two bottles of wine inside it, when a group of soccer hooligans appeared out of nowhere—specifically a bunch of Real Madrid Ultras, a nakedly violent and xenophobic lot. Spying Viggo’s ostensible Barcelona colors some of them them approached the actor, spewing vitriol and seeking to do violence. Desperately looking around for a cab or any other easy means of escape and finding none, Viggo Mortensen, faced by a charging hoodlum, grabbed one of the wine bottles in his bag, smashed him over the head with it, and legged it to the director’s house, where he arrived sweaty and covered in red liquid, hurriedly explaining to the director that it was in actual fact wine and not blood.
Which, you know. It could’ve been worse…