The great EU bailout

It warms our hearts when we hear about some of the trips people make to see football around Europe. This week our beloved Brian Parish and Dagenham Dan teamed up with long-suffering Wolves fan Neil Shenton and hopped across the Channel to fit in an astounding four games in four countries in just over 48 hours.  Jealous?  Who would be:-

It was during half time at a home game towards the end of last season (which Dan assures me was the Easter fixture at home to Plymouth Argyle) when the ideafor this trip was first formed. Having not done a non-Spanish league game for a while, we decided that we should try and get to a couple of games in Europe over a weekend, just by way of a change. The Bundesliga was the unanimous choice, and so we set about thinking about where in Germany we would like to visit.

Within a couple of days, the trip had been increased to a two game trip, with the notion that we should try and get to a game on the way to Germany. Soon it was three then four, and then the best selling point of all. Four games, in three days, in four different countries.

Of course, we had to wait until the fixtures were announced, and so while we had all these ideas of where we would like to go whirling around, it was all pointless until we could see who was playing and when. With three of us (Dagenham Dan, Neil Shenton and myself) making this trip, we would have to wait to see if there was a weekend where we wouldn’t miss a home game for any of our teams.

 

Saturday Night, Sunday Mong Kok – A football adventure in Hong Kong

Doncaster Rovers fan Glen Wilson went to Hong Kong.  Silly question whether we wanted him to watch a game or three really isn’t it?

Sunday 22 January 2012

Tweet from Steve: “Are you watching any football over there? Chance to see Kezman.”

Thursday 26 January 2012

I get my chance to see Mateja Kezman. He’s live on Hong Kong’s NOW TV. His South China side have just lost their Asian Challenge Cup 3rd place play-off 3-1 on penalties to China’s Guangzhou. Kezman, having humped the deciding penalty high into the night sky and off down Caroline Hill Road, now stands on the halfway line. Wearing an ‘I Heart Hong Kong’ t-shirt, pausing to allow for Cantonese translation by a television presenter in a garish lime green jacket, and with a consoling red furry arm around him from the tournament mascot the former European Golden Boot winner duly announces his retirement from football, age 32. I’m sure he always envisaged it would end this way.

Saturday 28 January 2012
“Can I go through here to get to the football match?” I ask.

“Football match? …Football? …Hong Kong FC versus Tai Chung?”

“Yes”

“Ah yes, through reception, down corridor and turn right at the end for stadium. And can I ask you please turn your phone off before going in sir. Club rules.”

That exchange alone should illustrate how HKFC stand apart from the rest of Hong Kong football. But if further proof were needed I was talking to the doorman. By some distance the oldest club in Hong Kong, HKFC played their first Rugby match in February 1886, their first football match a month later. A Private Members Club with predominantly ‘Western’ membership HKFC has a last bastion of the Empire feel about it; as a comment on one of their YouTube videos succinctly puts it “Hong Kong FC?! Where are the Chinese players?!”

Beyond the doorman and an elaborate entrance of glass and granite HKFC’s sports complex sprawls out beside, beneath and within Happy Valley racecourse. The corridor I’m directed down goes beneath the track itself and is decked with trophy cabinets and team photos. Groups of Post-War white faces in hockey, rugby and football kits line the walls, judging me as I pass. For each sport and each sex a veneer honours board details club captains from the past sixty years in gold calligraphy. This isn’t football as I know it. We’re not in Kansas anymore. I’m not even sure I’m in Hong Kong.

Eventually I emerge into HKFC’s modest stadium. The two all-seater stands which run the length of the touchlines hold just over 2,500, but the ground’s real appeal is its location at the heart of the city. Backed by the hills of Tai Tam on one side and the skyscrapers of Wan Chai on the other, the shadows of the high rise apartments of Leighton Hill loom over the ground in the morning while the silhouettes of the Racecourse’s own grand stadia take the evening shift. For a night game such as this the lights of apartments and offices dominate the sky high above the floodlights, glowing squares stretching up beyond comprehension.

I count the crowd; 45. A minute later the girls’ hockey team who had been sat near half-way up and leave whilst three other men rise from their seats, shuffle the foam pitchside hoardings about then disappear into a maintenance cupboard causing my original figure to be revised to 25. However, throw in the Club members getting set to watch Manchester United versus Liverpool in the open-air bar at West end of the ground and the attendance is a healthier 200. Add on all those in the surrounding neighbourhood who can currently see the teams warming up and you’re looking at 140,000. Not bad for the second tier.

These teams ended last season adrift in the 1st Division relegation places; coming in to this game the league table suggests HKFC are most likely of the two to make a return. Currently third, the only side to beat them in their last eight matches is local rivals Wanchai who play their home games on the pitch behind the Main Stand; a distance of about twenty feet away. Local rivals don’t really come any more local than that. The main advantage HKFC boast over other sides at this level is this ground; few other sides in the second tier have a regular home of their own and so are allocated pitches on a game by game basis. So far Tai Chung have had five ‘home’ grounds this season, and they’ve two more to integrate themselves with before the season is out. A touch of familiarity born of three consecutive games at Ma On Shan in the New Territories appears to have benefitted them though and they arrive here off the back of an encouraging 3-2 win over Double Flower.

Both sides were already out warming up on the artificial turf as I arrived. HKFC, wearing all white, are notably bigger than their opponents and look destined to dominate corners and set-pieces… and goal-kicks… and probably the toss too. Tai Chung in comparison look alarmingly young, their number 8 seemingly barely into his teens. An electronic board on the Main Stand says its 18°C, in front of me one of the Tai Chung players is wearing under armour and gloves.

Of those in the stadium 92% are here to cheer on HKFC. Two people are here to cheer on Tai Chung; one is the girlfriend of a central midfielder. The other is me. Neutrality had been firmly in mind when I stepped off the MTR, but then Tai Chung donned a set of red and white hooped shirts and my head was duly turned like a Jane Austen character who’s just glimpsed her first epaulette and sideburn combo. What’s a Doncaster Rovers fan to do?

The referee and his assistants emerge in smart Adidas attire and a collective range of haircuts which suggests they’ve stopped off to raid the bargain bin at Tony & Guy en route. The teams don’t bother going back inside post warm-up. The substitutes clamber into the seats of the stand on either side of the field and we’re ready to go. Almost. Kick-off is delayed. Possibly owing to a slight kit clash. I have no idea. A large Hong Kong FA branded puffer jacket is summoned from the stands and floats onto the field, somewhere beneath it is an FA representative clutching a clipboard. After much shrugging and pointing and tapping of said clipboard the whistle goes for kick-off and the HKFA puffer jacket blends back into the night like a super-villain.

The home side, keeping up the feeling of Empirical nostalgia, appear to be playing 4-2-4; Tai Chung a 4-5-1 with the tall long-limbed Ling Fung Li proving an effective isolated target man. Li has already come close scoring before Tai Chung take a surprise 7th minute lead. The fantastically named Robson Augusto Ka Hei Leung stepping up to curl an excellent free kick into the corner of the net from twenty-five yards. I give a cheer. The Tai Chung substitutes seated in front of me pause from their own elation to turn as one and give me a perplexed stare.

Within three minutes HKFC are level, a lofted ball into the right channel taken on and swept home by Jason Tack. The game is, as two goals in the opening ten minutes suggests, very open. HKFC’s keenness to press from the front combined with Tai Chung’s determination to play the ball out from the back no matter what is in front of them makes for entertaining viewing for me, but not so much for the visitors’ coach who is currently having a breakdown on the touchline in front of me, his assistant translating his anguished yells and mimicking his every move with unintentional hilarity.

Up the other end, whenever the ball is within thirty yards of goal the HKFC ‘keeper emits a blood-curdling yell causing several dozen gin-slings to stain chinos in the Club Bar and noodles to be sent flying cross the dining tables of around 70,000 Happy Valley apartments. Thankfully for all concerned his first half involvement is minimal. Tai Chung’s suicidal back-line – featuring two meandering full-backs and a centre-half playing so deep he’s inadvertently created ‘the false 5’ position – continues to give HKFC opportunities and midway through the half they take advantage with two quick goals. Firstly Tack slaloms his way through the hoops before slotting home, then two minutes later a Allan Freser spots the keeper off his line to lob in the home side’s third.

Things aren’t going Tai Chung’s way. In midfield one of their players offers a hand of acknowledgement to HKFC’s Yiu Hung Lo as the two lie entangled on the turf after an innocuous challenge and promptly receives a set of studs firmly in his calf for his trouble. The Tai Chung coaching duo in front of me see the incident as clearly as I do, the assistant referee stood next to them claims, dubiously, to have seen nothing. Lo pleads innocence, avoids so much as a yellow card, and within a minute HKFC have scored again; Freser rounding the ‘keeper for his second of the game. But even at 4-1 the game is still anyone’s and just before half-time the visitors are awarded a penalty for handball. Set piece specialist Ka Hei Leung duly despatches the spot-kick for his second of the game in front of the disinterested club members on the terrace, their gaze remaining fixed on the screens as the penalty hits the net ten yards over their shoulder.

Tellingly, despite six first-half goals the largest cheer of the night comes during half-time as Manchester United equalise. The ground has been eerily quiet throughout. In close proximity to tens of thousands of people, yet beyond the low hum of traffic on the Aberdeen Expressway and Guy Mowbray’s commentary drifting out from the bar it’s just the players’ yells and the thump of boot on ball echoing into the cityscape.

For the second half I switch to the Main Stand which had hitherto served as a 1,500 seat dugout to the HKFC team. Every so often the HKFC manager spots something he dislikes. He rises from his perch four rows back, charges down the steps, and then bellows something innocuous from the sideline “Allen! More left!” After which he’ll traipse back up to his seat and explain the complexities of the tactical nous he’s just delivered to a man in a hat.

I had expected to like HKFC, their ground and resolutely amateur status appealed to me, but they possess a cynicism, characterised by Lo’s earlier unpunished stamp, which has extinguished that initial flame of intrigue. Midfielder John Casey yells “Get up!” at a player who’s clearly been caught in a challenge, only to go down screaming himself from a faint brush of hips two minutes later. Full-back Gergely Gheczy hurls himself to the turf whenever a player closes down his clearance. Goalkeeper Issey Maholo wastes time banging his boots on the post before a goal-kick. It’s an artificial pitch.

And so with all that in mind, I couldn’t help but yell “Get in!” as Tai Chung pull it back to 4-3. The pre-pubescent number 8 Cheuk Hong Chow capitalising on a defensive error and slotting the ball beyond Maholo. The goal had been coming. Tai Chung had started the second half confidently, successfully exposing the space behind home full-back Ka Ming Poon they were having joy down the left. Unfortunately they were set to experience anguish on the right; HKFC’s Egyptian winger Amro Abbas breaking down that flank before delivering a low cross which Freser sweeps in for his hat-trick.

Tai Chung are not out of it though, not whilst Li remains up front as a focal point of their attack. Twenty minutes from time Li is pole-axed by a crunching challenge from the anti-Weeble Gheczy and has to be helped from the field. Tai Chung are now out of it. They still move the ball about but with no fulcrum to work their attacks from their threat is significantly nullified, and their body language suggests they know it.

With ten minutes to go HKFC add a sixth and final goal; a cross into the box won by Frederick Schipper is poked over the line by Abbas right in front of the HKFC members who celebrate by continuing their conversations. At full-time the scoreboard is turned off before the referee has reached the third blast on his whistle, and I leave just as promptly. I bid goodnight to the Doorman and step back out into the noise and neon of Saturday night in the city

Sunday 29 January 2012

On the gates of Yuen Po Street Bird Market there’s a sign that says “No Hawking”. I don’t know the ins-and-outs of bird selling, but to me it seems unfairly discriminatory. Perhaps they’ve watched Kes and sensed the prospect of disharmony falconry brings. The Bird Market sits beneath the floodlights of the renovated Mong Kok Stadium, the newly erected scoreboard all that stands between an ill-timed clearance and a terrible songbird slaughter.

Standing beneath Yuen Po’s various ornamental cages looking along Flower Market Road the street is neatly divided in two. On the left hand side crowds of couples and women pick their way through the long stretch of flower shops and stalls, winding between crocuses and discarded carts. On the right men file in through the gates of the beautifully refurbished Mong Kok Stadium. All white render and bright seats, able to hold just under 7,000 it is a genuinely fantastic ground. Had it not retained it’s ‘stadium’ moniker I could have quite easily fallen in love, I mean which football fan wouldn’t go weak at the knees at the prospect of watching their matches from the Bird Market End at Flower Market Road from here until eternity.

The stream of men entering the stadium is steady. This is the weekend’s big game in Hong Kong. The home side Sunray Cave JC Sun Hei sit fourth in the 1st Division, three points behind their opponents, second place Kitchee the reigning Hong Kong champions. Outside the gates a girl stands distributing the nearest thing I’ve seen to a programme. I take one. It turns out to be a fan’s publication produced by supporters of Kitchee. It is a glossy four page production written solely in Cantonese. It looks much better than most of the fanzines I have produced, and arguably easier to read too.

A disinterested security steward half glances inside my bag, and I’m directed to a ticket booth. $60HK for adults is the flat fee for all top flight matches in Hong Kong. It’s just over a fiver. The stadium is all-seater; two covered stands down each touchline, with larger uncovered stands behind each goal. Its newness glows on this dull afternoon. Kitchee’s travelling ‘ultras’ have draped the end two sections of the far stand in various sky-blue hued banners. One of their number is already beating a huge Chinese drum. Their Sun Hei counterparts occupy the next blocks along, although I don’t realise this until I take a seat on the back row. Two bags of bright orange shirts are produced and scattered amongst the rows in front of me, whilst flags featuring Sun Hei’s crest (more than a slight copyright infringement on the logo for France ’98) are tied to the railings and a huge drum is hoisted onto the steps at the front. I’m a sucker for the underdog, and so I join in their beaten chant of “Sun Hei” as the teams come out.

Kitchee look the stronger side early on, their Spanish duo of Jorge and Yago combining well with Kwan Yee Lo in attack. The Kitchee ‘ultras’ appear to have used up all their imagination in their banner making; the opening ten minutes of play backed by the stubbornly monotonous drumming of their sole chant. The visitors’ determination to play out from the back looks as danger-laden as it did for Tai Chung the previous night, but fortunately for the Kitchee back-line, which includes debutant Zesh Rehman, Sun Hei forward Mamadou Barry is as ineffective as he is tall.

Talented Sun Hei midfielder Siu Wai Cheng looks good on the ball and he and the nippy Michael Chi Ho Luk help bring the hosts into the game. Playing in the hole Luk is an effective foil for Barry, or at least he would be if Barry were any good. Having clumsily missed a couple of through balls Barry moves out to the left in an effort to have more influence on the game, and he duly succeeds, by being offside twice in quick succession. With Sun Hei’s attacks floundering in the gravitational pull of Barry’s woefulness Kitchee press themselves and only a perfectly timed challenge by Cristiano Cordeiro prevents Ka Wai Lam from getting in one-on-one.

Midway through the half the opening goal arrives, and inevitably, given the nature of my last paragraph, it is scored by Barry. The Guinean brings down a high ball, holds off his man on the edge of the box, turns and fires an unstoppable half-volley into the bottom corner. The reaction from myself and the three young lads next to me is chiefly made up of laughter, suggesting I’m not the only one to deem this out of character. Barry trots alone over to the Sun Hei supporters, arm raised in acknowledgement of the waving flags and beating drum, as if the previous twenty minutes were all part of a grand plan to make Kitchee decide he wasn’t worth marking. After three seasons spent watching Leo Fortune-West the whole scenario is satisfyingly familiar.

Presumably out of embarrassment as much as disappointment at going behind Kitchee look for an immediate reply as Zicheng Liang gets onto Lo’s excellent slide-rule pass, but the flag is raised for offside before he can round the keeper. Within minutes though Kitchee are level; breaking forward quickly Jorge feeds Lam on the right and bursts onto the return ball to somehow beat the keeper at his near post with a superb angled finish. As the ball hits the net I realise that Kitchee’s fan-base far exceeds the bright blue dressed hordes to my right, as around half the 2,026 in attendance leap up and applaud.

In the following ten minutes both sides lose players through innocuous fifty-fifty challenges. Sun Hei have to go without the impressive Luk who is stretchered off, whilst Kitchee lose captain Siu Kei Chu. Whilst the latter being treated all around me goes oddly music hall. A Kitchee fan yells something. The crowd laugh. A Sun Hei fan yells something in return. The crowd laugh more. It’s like the resolute closing scene in an Ealing Comedy. The bloke in front of me is quite the comedian. Apparently. He gets light applause for his follow-up comment and duly stands and takes a bow. Sadly, by this time Chu has hobbled off and the match is back underway so I couldn’t thumb through my Cantonese phrase-book quick enough to be able to regale you with the wit of the man in Row K.

A minute before half-time Kitchee go in front, and like their first goal it comes through neat interplay on the deck. Jorge this times turn provider as he’s played into the right-channel, squaring for his compatriot Yago to turn the ball home from close range. The visitors celebrate in front of their support, now a Sky-Blue blur of waved flags and fists. Half-time, and having watched a man two rows in front shovel an odd black gelatinous substance into his face for much of the previous forty-five minutes I pass on the refreshment queue and instead take advantage of the warming temperature, moving away from the drums for a seat behind the goal Sun Hei will be attacking.

It appears a shrewd switch early in the second half as the home side look the more threatening; a low drive from Roberto Affonso Junior forcing Kitchee’s Zhenpeng Wang to save at the base of his post. Minutes later they have an even better opportunity as Barry somehow creeps unnoticed into the box despite possessing all the subtlety of Lady Gaga’s wardrobe. However, rather than shoot he tries to cushion the high cross back across goal toward Jia Pan and Kitchee hoof the ball clear.

Though I’ve warmed greatly to Barry, my favourite man out on the field is by far the portly referee; jogging about with a smile on his face, but loath to take any crap. In the first half Kitchee’s Yang Huang had made a meal of a soft foul. The referee gave the free-kick, but not before he had greatly admonished Huang for exaggerating the contact. He irons out some hostility on the sideline by bringing the two managers together and making them shake hands, giving a ‘see was that so difficult?’ shrug to the pair before restarting the game. Most entertaining though is the sub-plot developing between the official and Daniel Cancela. The Kitchee full-back has continuously hurled himself to the turf throughout the game; the referee has continuously not bought it. On one occasion he makes a point of waiting for Cancela to look his way before shaking his head with a smile and jogging cheerfully onwards.

Though Sun Hei are boasting more possession they miss the creative Luk; his replacement Ayala is skilful, but sluggish with it, and several attacks break down between his fifth and sixth step-overs allowing Kitchee to break. On the hour mark substitute Quankun Lu comes close to securing victory for the visitors in memorable style; the winger making it from his own area to the opposite end of the field, hurdling three challenges and sidestepping two attempts on his life en route before ending his eighty-yard run with a ball across goal that sadly eludes both a team-mate and the bottom corner

One facet of the Hong Kong crowd which fascinates me is the tendency to take greater delight in failure than in skill. The most telling example of this comes as Liang breaks forward for Kitchee. He picks up the ball (murmur of excitement), he shrugs off a challenge with a clever side-step (small cheer), and then shanks his shot off toward the Bird Market (huge roar). It’s not the only odd nuance of spectator behaviour either. Late in the game the ball is hoofed out of play and drops squarely onto the head of middle-aged man making his way along the front of the stand. Not only does no-one in the ground laugh, but the old man himself doesn’t even flinch. He just walks resolutely onward, not even breaking stride.

Anyway, back on the field Sun Hei are stepping up their pursuit of an equaliser; Ayala nobly forgoing his usual step-over or four to rattle the post with a first-time strike from an acute angle. A set-piece is hoisted into the area and met by Barry, but his downward header is again well-saved by Wang. It’ll take more than late pressure and frantic chances to deter the referee and Cancela from their mini-drama though, this time the official not only insists Cancela get up off the turf, but also hands him the ball as he does so and makes him go and take the throw-in he’s just awarded.

With time running out Sun Hei force one last corner, goalkeeper Yu Hou trots up to add his lanky frame to the mix. It’s a good ball in. It skims the head of Hou at the near post, is met by Barry at the back post, but the forward’s header is straight at Wang. The Kitchee ‘keeper holds on. Barry turns and tears off his own shirt in frustration as the referee brings the game to a close. The Kitchee players make their way over to acknowledge their drum-banging, flag-waving, horn-toting support, the 2-1 victory has taken them back to the summit of Hong Kong’s top flight. I edge my way out the stadium. A group of elderly men study a poster pinned to the gates detailing upcoming matches. Beyond them the Flower Market continues, bird song from Yuen Po drifting down the street.

Wednesday 1 February 2012 (and onwards)

“Did you watch any football out there? What was it like?”

It was like watching football is the short answer. On the pitch sides tried to play on the floor a bit more, there was less reliance on the long ball, but as HKFC showed all leagues have their problems with diving “foreigners”. Yes the play was inevitably of a lower standard than the comparative levels in England, but refreshingly cheap as a result. Beneath the top division football is poorly supported, and clubs dropping down from the top flight are finding it increasingly hard to make their way back up, whilst all teams struggle to win the battle against the lure of watching the Premier League on TV. In the stands fans were fans; old men bemoaned and berated, younger fans tried to whip up an atmosphere that was delightfully tension free; celebration rather than derision. When new sides are formed almost annually it is presumably hard to maintain the sort of irrational grudges that form between rivals in Europe. It was football, without the self-importance. It was a relief.

 

Rhine of Fire

Paul Whitaker brings us all the fun of the Rhine Derby

It was morning of the Rhine derby. Borussia Monchengladbach (BMG) were visiting FC Koln and I was standing on a building site in a quiet residential part of Monchengladbach. I was not lost, but on a pilgrimage to visit the site of BMG’s former home the Bokelberg and where, back in the spring of 1972 my dad attended his one and only german football match.

My dad was not a pioneering European football tourist, but more simply that he worked at nearby RAF Bruggen, on the german/dutch border. After a hard week maintaining Phantom fighter jets and helping keep the Red Army( not Manchester United’s hoolies but the Soviet Eastern bloc) out of Western Europe , him and some RAF pals fancied a Saturday of ‘fussball und bier’. Fortunately for them, Monchengladbach was just a short drive away and a BMG side sprinkled with german national team players like Gunter Netzer and Herbert Wimmer, were already a couple of seasons into what would be a decade of domestic and european success. ‘The Foals’ or ‘Die Fohlen’ as BMG are affectionately known, were arguably the second best entertainment to come out of 1970s Germany. With supergroup Boney M being the first, although my dad wishes to point out that this is the author’s opinion and not his.

For a few deutchmarks, my dad vaguely recalled a pleasant Saturday afternoon standing in a half full Bokelberg, watching BMG beat Duisburg 3-0 that would keep them riding high in the Bundesliga with rivals Bayern Munich. After the match, they headed back towards Monchengladbach’s old town area and the Waldhausener strasse, which was then popular with the british service personnel. A long sloping cobble- streeted avenue of bars, pubs that also included the ‘Lovers Lane’ club ( No 40-42), owned by a certain Gunter Netzer. Although Netzer did not score against Duisburg, his performance in midfield impressed the watching British contingent. It’s a pity there were no observers from the English FA, the following month an England national team were outclassed and beaten 3-1 by a Netzer-inspired West Germany in the 1972 European championship qualifier at Wembley,

Fast forward some 40 years later and the only evidence I could see of Bokelberg’s existence was a small stairway that symbolises its old Nordkurve or Northern terrace. Bokelberg’s existence also explained why BMG could not maintain its dominance from the 1980s onwards. Whilst Bayern Munich benefited from renting the 78000 seated Olympic stadium and keeping hold of their star players. The Bokelberg only had a 36800 capacity (including 8500 seats) and BMG could not compete financially with Bayern. Eventually Netzer, Wimmer and the other top players would leave the Bokelberg and 1979 signalled the end of BMG dominance in Bundesliga and europe . A solitary DFB (German FA) cup win in 1995 has since been the only highlight for a BMG club more often than not could be found in mid- table of Bundesliga. When Bokleberg inevitably lost its international status, BMG realised that to remain competitive and improve in Bundesliga, they would have to leave for a purpose built stadium with bigger capacity and match revenues.

BMG’s new home is Borussia Park and is located in the south east of Monchengladbach. To get there, I jumped on the number 17 bus outside the train station and it dropped me off right outside. At a cost of €85m BMG got an impressive modern 54,000 capacity stadium and training facilities which opened in 2005. For the BMG supporters or ‘Borussen’ who were naturally reluctant to leave the Bokelberg, they persuaded the club to retain standing sections for both home and away supporters AND affordable ticket pricing. A 14,500 capacity terrace was subsequently incorporated into the lower tier of the new Nordkurve . So, for a mind boggling €120 season ticket, Borussen now travel from all Europe and UK to stand safely on Nordkurve, eat bratwurst, drink beer and watch 17 Bundesliga fixtures.

I had arranged to meet up with BMG supporter liaison officer Thomas ‘Tower’ Weinmann, who had kindly allowed me to join him and the Borussen for the Rhine derby fixture at FC Koln. For anyone wondering what a supporter liaison officer does, please can I direct you to an interview with ‘Tower’, at In Bed With Maradona . I nipped into the clubshop to pick up a BMG polo shirt for my dad. Then after a whistle stop tour around and inside Borussia Park, it was down to the BMG Supporters FanHaus.

This former British Army barrack had been bought by the club and converted by supporters into a bar, merchandise shop and offices for the independant Fanprojekt Monchengladbach (FPMG). The FanHaus serves as a network and social club for its 5,000 FPMG members. The FPMG is the mouthpiece for the 800 official fan clubs and their 20,000 fan members against the club, the German Football Federation , the police and the media. The FPMG has been in operation in some form or another for 20 years and consequently BMG supporters are enjoying the benefits of terracing, cheap tickets, supporter influence on club boards etc. that british supporters can only dream about. The FPMG are never complacent about the threat of the new english disease (increasing ticket prices and influence of television on kick off times) and are actively involved in the nationwide supporter campaign ‘Gegen den Modernen Fussball’ or ‘Against Modern Football’.

Inside the FanHaus, there are signs of Borussens’ friendships with other clubs and supporters. Scarves, hats and shirts cover the walls with the most notable number coming from FC Carl-Zeiss Jena and Liverpool FC .The former East German club’s ties with BMG began as many Jena fans followed BMG before (and after) the Wall came down in 1989. The latter club from North West England has a particular friendship with BMG, which is fitting for two clubs that both have a big fan base and illustrious history. The special friendship between BMG and Liverpool began when the two clubs met in their glory days of 1970s. The two sets of supporters first met at 1973 UEFA cup final where BMG lost to Liverpool 3-2 on aggregate and again losing 3-1 in the 1977 European Cup Final. It was at the 1977 meeting where Liverpool supporters unveiled the famous banner “Joey Ate the Frogs legs, Made the Swiss Roll. Now he’s Munching Gladbach”. Perhaps the strongest evidence of the friendship between BMG and Liverpool came after the Hillsborough tragedy in 1989. A delegation of BMG supporters flew to Liverpool to present the Hillsborough families with a cheque of 21000 Deutschmarks (approximately £8000). Every year since 1992 BMG supporters have visited Anfield during the Bundesliga winter break, to support Liverpool. This December about 50 BMG supporters went over for the Newcastle match.

Out the back of the FanHaus is a smart 5-a-side all weather pitch and a couple of containers that had been converted into youth clubs for the younger elements of the Borussen. The youth club were eerily empty and if they were anything like their English counterparts, they were most probably all out the behind the back of the FanHaus smoking tabs and passing round cans of special brew. More likely, they were already on their way to Koln and we had to get going ourselves.

We headed back to Monchengladbach, via a quiet residential street close to the train station where BMG’s ultras were reportedly gathering. The BMG ultras are the supporters who are independent of both the official fan clubs and FPMG. They are also instrumental in bringing fireworks, colour and atmosphere to BMG fixtures, both home and away. The main BMG ultra groups have imaginative names like ‘Obzession’,’ Begleitservice’ ,’ Sottocultura’, ‘Projekt Chaos’ and about 250-300 of them had gathered in a park. Many were sporting green and white hats that the FPMG and Ultras had sold at the home fixture against Werder Bremen, to raise funds. Suddenly from the middle of them appeared the ultra leader or ‘Capo’ ( the one you see at the matches with the megaphone leading coordinated chants) who gave them a short rousing speech, that started the chanting and the obligatory organised march towards the train station.

At Gladbach train station, the ultras joined other BMG supporters waiting for first of two official supporter trains to Koln. I also saw for the first time the large police presence that would be needed to escort the BMG supporters. Despite the large number of police, poor organisation led to overcrowding of the first supporter train and crowd congestion in walkways under platforms. Fortunately common sense prevailed in the shape of SLO Tower who asked a watching police chief to inform the waiting supporters, the departure time of second train. A brief announcement over the tannoy and the BMG supporters filtered away from the station walkway. We eventually got onto the platform to wave off the first supporter train to Koln.

As we waited in a nearby restaurant for the second train, we heard via the mobile phone grapevine of problems on the first train. The train operators in their wisdom decided the full supporter train would have to stop at each station en route to Koln. After an hour of this frustration in the overcrowded carriages boiled over and some of the train’s windows were put through.

We joined the second train for the hour journey to Koln-Ehrenfeld, stopping off at each station en route. Ehrenfeld is a minor station in Koln, but had one redeeming feature. It had a tram stop right outside its entrance that would carry the BMG supporters directly to Koln’s stadium. By the time we arrived at Koln-Ehrenfeld, the only evidence of first supporter train was a large police presence, BMG ultra stickers plastered on all the walls and bottle collectors filling bags with empty beer bottles.

The short tram ride to Koln stadium, took us past some Koln supporter pubs which explained the huge number of police vans either side of the tram we travelled in. The enormous police presence ensured no chance of opposing fans meeting, but at what financial cost?. Still there are more freedoms for german football supporter travelling to away fixtures, than dutch counterparts cross the border.

After a short walk from the tram station still under heavy police escort, we finally arrived outside the away section. I left Tower and BMG’s other SLOs who were ensuring the remaining Borussen were gettng into the stadium safely and went inside. At the risk of upsetting BMG supporters I have to say I like the look of FC Koln’s Rhein Energie stadium. The 51000 capacity modern stadium has two tiers in each of the four stands and all are very close to pitch. At each corner are spectacular towers that at night, look like columns of light.

Although I had a ticket (€16) for lower tier terracing, I was blocked from entering lower terrace by a ‘wall’ of Borussen. Giving it up as a bad job, I went into upper tier and soon found out why lower tier was blocked. I was just in time for the ‘pyro’ or firework display by the BMG ultras below me and what a sight it was.

Flares/fireworks are currently banned inside Bundesliga stadiums and there are heavy fines for anyone identified using fireworks. As such the BMG ultras appeared to go to elaborate lengths to hide the identities of their ‘firestarters’. There was no visible police presence immediately inside the section and any stewards were outside the fences. Ultra supporters climbed onto the fences, opened umbrellas and sported balaclavas to evade identification on police and stadium cameras. I was told by a supporter later at half time, that a cordon of ultras were also placed around the area where the ‘Breslauer Feuer’ is ignited. I understand this is magnesium powder which I recall from my chemistry lessons at school, was volatile stuff in a test-tube. Industrial quantities of the stuff are something else. I had not seen such huge flames and billowing smoke inside a stadium since the Rome derby in 2004-5, when Roma ultras used kiosks and police cars to get similar results. I asked the same supporter where they get they buy industrial quantities of ‘Breslauer Feuer’ from and there are apparently websites that cater for all your choreographical needs: Flags, flares, magnesium etc. One website in particular www.tifo.it seems a popular choice on ultra forum pages .

BMG naturally do not fund such illegal displays and all the ultra choreography displays are usually funded by selling of merchandise. Because of unofficial fireworks displays last season and today, all organised BMG choreography is banned at the Rhein Energie . So an illegal fireworks display aside, the only other coordinated display appeared to be those mass wearing of green and white hats.

It turned out to be a very one-sided Rhine Derby. The atmosphere in the BMG sections of the Rhein Energie stadium was great, helped in large part by a technically BMG outclassing a poor FC Koln side. The away section was soon bouncing with joyful goal celebrations.

Mike Hanke scored for BMG after twenty minutes, from just twelve yards out. Juan Arango scored the second ten minutes later with a finely struck free kick from thirty yards. Then twelve minutes into second half Hanke poked in his second and BMG’s third to complete the victory and empty the Koln parts of the Rhein Energie stadium. After third goal went in BMG supporters mischeviously waved white hankerchiefs at departing Koln fans and then waved house/car keys to say “You can drive Home”. At the final whistle the BMG players joined supporters in celebrations and BMG’s goalkeeper Stegen managed to get hold of the ultra capo’s megaphone to lead the BMG supporters in song.

If you want to see what it was like from the other side of the fence, please check out the BMG ultras photos of the day here.

Many thanks to Thomas ‘Tower’ Weinmann and Matthes Neumann at FPMG Supporters Club (www.fanprojekt.de) for allowing me to tag along with them, asking endless questions in English. And to Chris Bullock of ‘British Borussen Fan Club’ for additional information. If you want to know more about ‘British Borussen’, then email Chris at britishborussen@gmail.com.

 

 

Drawing Lodz

“Ella, Ella, Under my Umbrella”….just five days prior to our arrival in Poland’s third biggest city, those words has reverberated across the Stadion ŁKS  as one of the most famous and sought after artists in the world, Rhianna played in front of a sell out crowd in the adjacent Atlas Area. One hundred and fifteen hours later, Danny Last and I were wrapped up like Michelin men outside the football stadium, huddled under a canopy, waiting to pick up our press passes from ŁKS Łódź . Now don’t get me wrong, I love Danny Last but he’s no Rhianna and so when he uttered the chorus line for the umpteenth time I told him exactly where he could stick his bloody “Ella” and I wandered off in a huff to find some football socks for my collection.

Our trip to the frozen central plains of Poland had begun like that of thousands of heroes before us at Stansted Airport at 5am on a Saturday morning. We had endured the 2 hour mind torture that is Ryanair and had completed a quick recce of Poznan where the Irish will be playing next Summer (question – when the Irish go abroad, do they seek out the nearest English pub and drink watered down Fosters and watch episodes of Only Fools and Horses with their Roast Beef and two veg?). From Poznan we had travelled east in 1st class Polish train luxury to Warsaw as you can read over at EFW.  Let’s hope they have finished the tram link to the stadium as it is a long walk otherwise.  We also discovered after what seemed liked an eternity that Polish train stations are not allowed by law to sell alcohol.  So now we know why they all head over to England!

Sunday morning saw us rise early from our 5 star luxury abode. Events of the previous day/night slowly started to unfold. Mobile phones tend to leave a history and looking at my call/text/Twitter log left me in no doubt I had had a few too many. All I will say is that no, I don’t think we should do that, yes it was very hairy and Mum, I was only joking.  The noise of the Legia fans was still ringing in our ears, and after a quick Poznan across our Westin hotel room we headed out into the freezing day trying to jointly piece together the evening.

There had been a lock-in at the pub we eventually found. It was a Polish Karaoke bar, hosted by Chris Evans (at 2am he could’ve been his twin brother anyway) who kept plying us with Lech’s, with the mistaken belief that we were journalists and would write nice things about Pub Ślusarna in ul Waliców 12 in the official (ish) guide to Euro2012. Well, we can’t be bought that easy!  And if you thought we were joining in in getting up on a table you would have grossly mistaken our outlook on like.

Of course two hours later it was all different.  Peer pressure got to us, and to avoid a Polish girl grinding into my knee anymore (I wasn’t giving up by bar stool for anyone!) so Danny belted out an N-Dubz version of (Whit Man) in Hammersmith, whilst I brought the house down with my slurred version of Summer of 69. “Encore, Encore” they shouted and so we paired up for one last time on stage (well, a very small table) for a version of Islands in the Stream like no other.

Our plan was to head south west to Poland’s third largest city, Wooge – well that is how I was told it was pronounced.  The fact that the lady at the train station understood what I meant suggested I was right and we boarded the 9:49 “express” that would see us in the city by 11.15am.  All was going well as we sped through the Polish countryside, spotting grounds left, right and centre.  We pulled in just after 11am at Łódź Widzow station which was to the east of the city.  We wanted the other station, which was to the west – Kalinka…But our train was going on to that one so we stayed on.  Fifty minutes later we were still travelling at a speed that SouthEastern trains would have called slow, stopping every few hundred yards so the driver could have a chat with the locals on their allotments.

ŁKS Łódź is the city that brought to the world the founder of Max Factor, co-incidently called Makysmillian Faktorowicz (and butt of one of my favourite jokes of all time – “Why did the make up blush? Because Max Factor!”) and Roman Polanski. Martin Scorsese was also in town, doing the Łódź double over the weekend no doubt with Rhianna.

We picked up our passes, which were as big as a copy of the Times and then headed to the bar (obviously), sharing a brief moment with the world famous Czech groundhopper Christof who had endured a nine hour bus trip for two days in Łódź .  As you can start to see, Łódź is the place to be at the moment of that there is no doubt.

We had been warned the ground was “quirky”…Ok, what someone had actually said was it was the worst in the top league of Polish football.  The story why is a tale of woe, broken promises and general disappointment.  With two top league sides in the city, there was some momentum behind a big for one of the places in the Euro2012 host city lists.  However, Łódź, along with similar placed Krakow missed out, although for a brief period there was a hope that Ukraine would simply have their games taken away and then Łódź would have been in the frame.  Alas, UEFA deemed that cities such as Donetsk and Lviv where there are barely enough hotel rooms for the two teams, let alone the concept of 40,000 fans wanting to watch a game are more than ready and so funding for a new stadium was never forthcoming. The kick in the teeth here for ŁKS  was the construction in 2010 of the Atlas Arena next door.

We entered the ground via the magic blue door, following the mascot as he seemed to know where he was going.  The gallant knight (for that was him forsooth), walked down some steps and into what appeared to be a school gym.  It had that gym smell of sweaty socks and rubber mats, and the ropes hung forlornly down from the ceilings.  We walked across the floor, assuming we were in the wrong place, then up the other side of the steps and into the stadium. Strangest entrance to a ground ever – fact!

Our seats were front row and amongst the WAGS.  What was good to see is that it is an EU regulation that WAGS have to be orange in colour, wearing FMB’s and generally show disdain for everyone else around them, and the game itself.  Whereas Danny and I could not take our eyes off the unfolding drama right in front of us.

ŁKS Łódź 1 Śląsk Wrocław 2 – The ŁKS Stadion – Sunday 11th December 2011
This was a banker away win.  Top of the table Wrocław could open up a four point gap at the top if they won, thanks to Legia’s goal less draw yesterday, whilst ŁKS  had struggled all season and languished too close to the drop zone.   Let’s clear up one myth straight away without having to get those strange ginger Americans involved – Poland is December is cold.  It wasn’t…it was ball-freezing, ice-breaking, cock-shrivelling cold.  Even with our hats (yes, Danny and I both wore silly hats) and our GTC Media issued standard gloves we were freezing.  So cold in fact that neither of us got our GTC Media issued iPads, or even the GTC Media issued scrap of paper to write any notes down on, so don’t expect the Gettysburg address when it comes down to match details.

Whilst we were all done up ready for the next Ice Age, only a few players were actually wearing long sleeve shirts, let alone gloves.  These Poles are made of strong stuff – so strong that this season they are even playing on Christmas Day.  Perhaps it is the numerous types of vodka that the locals consume (17 different varieties at the airport when we left btw) or that Zurek they quaff so much of (Sour Rye soup).

The stadium was unusual in the fact the main hardcore fans stood along the side of the pitch.  The away fans unfurled a huge flag that covered the whole away end with almost precision dimensions.  They kept it in place for the first ten minutes of the game, obviously sure in the knowledge that they would miss nothing.  The home fans “hardcore” fans stood out like a thumb, behind a big banner that just said “Troublemakers”…

The match itself was fairly uneventful.  The home keeper, looking like a chap pulled in off the streets in his baggy track suit bottoms didn’t fancy taking goal kicks and it was from one of the toe-pokes of the defenders taking them in his place that the opening goal came when Lukasiewicz headed home against the run of play.  The home fans, not used to seeing such events even stopped their singing and dancing for a minute in shock.  Current form has only seen one point in the past five and goals as rare as a spare hotel room in Kiev during June 2012.

Śląsk didn’t seem too bothered by the goal and they played as if they knew they would win for the remainder of the half.  With the cold shrinking our bladders we set off in search of toilets.  Back into the sports hall (which was now the scene of amusing incidents as the players tried to keep their balance on the shiny wooden surfaces in their boots), up the steps and outside.  However, the way was blocked.  About fifty riot police were trying to keep some rogue home fans at bay and stopping them reaching the away end.  We didn’t need the little boys room that much all of a sudden and went back the way we came.  And then a door opened up in front of us, as if the God of Football Stadiums himself had said “Let the lads in here to warm up”.  We walked into a room with hot soup (Zurek if you really want to know), pasta with meat (no idea what meat as the tin didn’t have a label on) and beer.  All free of charge.  This was our reward for making the journey to the forgotten city of Polish football. And did we pray at the feet of the God.  Oh yes.

As we stumbled back out we found a port-a-loo.  These are very common all over Poland these days.  Toi-Toi’s are the main brand, which apparently have extra base ballast to stop the age old toilet tipping japes.  Very welcome it was too and as I came out I noticed a previously hidden passageway.  This was literally the stairway to heaven, a route now blocked off to the “closed for safety reasons” upper tier.  With my “I’m English” excuse ready if I was stopped I climbed to the top, to be rewarded with a view and a half.  I returned to my seat with “that smile” as Danny says, which means I have found something.  It didn’t disappoint him either.

With twenty minutes to go the atmosphere in the ground changed.  A flare was thrown/fired from the outside of the stadium into the away fans.  It actually missed and ironically landed on the grill set up for the sausages, giving a new meaning to the word “bangers”, but in incensed the away fans.  They started taking down their banners (these are prized possessions and the loss of one is seem as a major humiliation for the fans) and climbing the fences to get at the home fans, who in turn had taken theirs down and were mustering at the far end of the side terrace.  A nervous stand-off took hold with both sets of fans trying to show bravadery, but not having the bottle to make the first move.

It was events on the pitch that broke the spell as firstly Kazmierczak and then Wasiluk scored for Śląsk to put them in the lead.  The away fans went mental, putting up a set of new banners, forgetting all about starting fighting.  The final whistle followed and it was time for us to depart.  We fought our way through the riot police, in place to keep the fans apart and get some practice in for next year before we hoped in a taxi.  ”Airport, please?” I said in my best Roger Moore voice, adding a slight eyebrow raise.  ”Huh?” said the driver.  Danny Last, pulling on all of his experience as a translator at the United Nations made a flapping bird motion and the driver said “Ah English – Lublinka” and away we went.

One weekend, two games in two days, three goals, four dumplings, a five star hotel, six taxis, seven buses and trams and about a million beers – all for less than £150.  Poland is officially the new Germany.

 

Ron the Seal

Whilst Edinburgh were welcoming two new Panda’s, we travelled to Coxyde, literally the closest Belgium town to England with a semi-professional football team (34 miles from Calais since you ask) where the locals had been waiting all week for the appearance of their new animal, a Seal.  So we sent Danny Last along to find the fellow via numerous duty free shops, Belgian chippies and of course with a number of Jupilers inside him. Find out what happened below…

KVV Coxyde v FC Tournai, a set on Flickr.

 

Cruyff’s turn again?

Michael Miles brings us an update on events from Amsterdam where a new dynasty is starting to develop, although not the one everyone wants.

Johan Cruyff made his debut for Ajax as a 17-year old in November 1964. He scored the only goal in a 3-1 defeat. Now, almost half a century later he is still making waves at the club where his mother used to do the laundry. In the few days I was in Amsterdam to see Ajax play NAC Breda the main story in the local paper was not concerning the team, but Cruyff’s on-going dispute with the club’s Supervisory Board. The gist of the dispute appears to be that they want to Bring back Louis van Gaal , but there is continuing bad blood between the two men , and Cruyff is set against him.

Of course Ajax already has a manager, and a successful one to boot. Frank De Boer was himself a mainstay for Ajax and Barcelona for many years, as well as winning 112 caps for Holland. Last season he took Ajax to their first Eredivisie title since 2004, a period of Arsenal-like proportions for a club of this magnitude, after succeeding Martin Jol.

I’d been to the ArenA once before, for a Euro 2000 semi-final against Italy, so I knew what to expect. Aesthetically it’s alright, but doesn’t take your breath away. Located south-east of the city, the ArenA stands alone, rather like Middlesbrough’s Riverside Stadium. There’s a road and car park beneath the pitch, so climbing to the second tier involves a bit of a hike. I enter the concourse and there the ArenA experience begins. Everything is sold in “ArenAs”, so before buying anything you must buy a minimum 10 euro Arena card. Mine came as part of the package that Ajax sell to foreign fans. I also got given a very nice scarf. I guess the idea is that you get served quicker, but that you also waste money by either not spending your Arenas , or buying stuff you don’t want, to finish your card.

Ajax 2 NAC Breda 2 – The Amsterdam ArenA – 19th November 2011
Prior to this game Ajax lay in fourth place in a league led by AZ. NAC Breda were in mid table, but only four points behind tonight’s opponents. It was a match Ajax were expected to win comfortably, but it took them until the 36th minute to take the lead when Sulejmani swept in a cross. Luis Saurez’s place in the Amsterdamer’s affections has been taken by another Uruguayen, Lodeiro, and he buzzed around to great effect after coming on as a 28th minute substitute. Also in the side was the Dane Eriksen, reportedly a target for several Premiership clubs.

Despite only holding a one –goal lead Ajax became over-confident against limited opponents seemingly intent on keeping the score down. Players like Eriksen appeared more intent on showing off their skills than pushing for more goals.

It took until the 84th minute for another substitute, Boerrigter , to make it 2-0, and that should have been that. Many of the 49,531 crowd presumably thought so, as they made their way to the exits. Then a minute later NAC’s Kolk tried a speculative shot from the edge of the area that squirmed under goalkeeper Vermeer’s body. For the first time in the game NAC believed they could salvage something , and a minute from time Schilder hit a belter from distance to earn an unlikely point.

Apart from the two Ajax goals the biggest cheer of the evening came when the crowd spotted Cruyff sitting in the directors’ box. His post-match comments went unreported, though one didn’t need to be able to understand Dutch to see that Frank De Boer was not a happy bunny.

 

Pole Dancing in my pants

Some of the most beautiful cities in the world have the honour of being twinned with Warsaw, capital of Poland and proud host city of Euro2012. Berlin, Buenos Aires, Madrid, Oslo and San Diego are just some of the names culturally associated with Warsaw. And then we have the British offering – Coventry. If this is the only impression the Poles have of our green and pleasant lands then I apologise now. No disrespect meant to the home of Jimmy Hill, Willie Carr and Talbot but it is hard to compare the Coventry Ring Road in the constant grey drizzle with Gran Via and its never ending nightlife in Madrid or the sunshine of San Diego’s harbour. So I was sent on a mission to try to make the Poles feel that us Brits really do care. Oh, that and to see Legia Warsaw play against Zaglebie Lubin in the Polish Ekstraklasa.

Poland had hardly appeared on my footballing radar since my days of getting my passport stamped for European football commenced back in 2000. One single visit to Krakow back in May 2008 was the sum total of my experience, which is quite unforgivable and forgettable as I spent that weekend with Football Jo talking celebrity rubbish. With Euro2012 almost upon us, those good chaps at In Bed With Maradona gave me a gentle nudge and reminded me of my duty to produce at least an online guide book for the championships, just as I had done for every major European football tournament since 2006 (such as the now out of print 2006 World Cup Guide). Oops, there I have gone and revealed a huge trade secret. Yes I can exclusively reveal here, today that there will be a IBWM/TBIR with guest stars Ryan Hubbard and Danny Last inspired guide coming to a screen near you soon.

So to make it as authentic as possible I set out on a schedule to take in the 8 host cities and see how things were shaping up for the big day(s) in just three months. First up was a quick overnighter to Warsaw, where the re-arranged opening day fixture for Legia Warsaw was being played. The game was cancelled back in August due to appalling rain and the final stages of redevelopment of the Stadion Wojska Polskiego imienia Marszałka Józefa Piłsudskiego (aka handily known for us foreigners as the Pepsi Arena). Now this wasn’t one of the venues for the games next summer – Warsaw had decided to build the new 58,145 seater National Stadium on the other side of the Vistula River from the picturesque old town.

That magnificent venue is just a week away from completion, having been built on the site of the old Stadion Dziesięciolecia. When this opened in 1955, to mark the 10th anniversary of the liberation of Poland (the name translates to 10th Anniversary Stadium) it could hold 100,000 spectators and was a classic Eastern European venue – a huge open air bowl with wooden benches and floodlights that leaned down on the crowd, almost inspecting what each and every spectator was doing. However, when modernisation was required in the 1980′s the city had no funds and so football was ceased, the national team moving south to Chorzow and the stadium was used instead as the world’s biggest flea market. Now I see the relevance to Coventry!

After I arrived in the city (no thanks to First Capital Connect trying their hardest to screw up my travel to the airport) I headed towards the national stadium site.  It seemed every road/bus/tram in the city went that way so it wasn’t hard to make sense of the Polish signage.  Straight down Aleje Jerozolimskie, onto the Aleje Ksiecia Józefa Poniatowskiego and then do a left at Zieleniecka of course.

With the sun shining, the locals had dusted down their fine boots for one last hurrah and no one was complaining at such sits wandering around one of the last bastions of Soviet architecture, the Palace of Culture and Science which is still the tallest building in Poland, and remarkably considering the skylines of London, Madrid and Frankfurt, is the 8th tallest in Europe (well, until the Shard is finished).The building, when complete in 1955 was a gift from the Soviet Union to the Poles – quite touching really although perhaps a bunch of flowers and a DVD may have been sufficient.

After a tour around the outside of the magnificent structure (alas due to the fact the building is not complete yet, insurance restrictions meant we could only go as far as the steps).  The 1.915billion Zloty stadium looks impressive from the outside and with the sun shining overhead, glistened.

Next stop was in the north of the city and the Stadion Polonii, home of the second Ekstraklasa team in the city, Polonia.  A swift change of tram found me deposited outside the gates of the ground.  And the gates were open.  Wide open.  So I did as all of us would do.  I walked in, pausing to take a picture or two on the way.

All of a sudden I was joined not by one, but two security guards.  Not your English security guard, but Eastern European ones.  Dark trousers tucked into big boots, think polo shirt and very large truncheons.  They asked me a question in Polish. I responded in the only way I knew – “English.  Writer” – I made the universal sign for journalist, which ironically is the same as it is for “the bill”.  One spoke into his radio and they ushered me out.  But when we got to the gate they indicated I needed to come with them into the main building.

I weighed up my options.  I could run, but I feared with my bag over my shoulder they would quickly take me down, so I went quietly.  I was led into a room where a man sat behind a desk.  “Please come” he said.  So this was good cop/bad cops eh.  I remembered my survival training and was ready to repeat my name, rank and passport number when he said “So you want to know all about the General Kazimierz Sosnowski Stadion?” I breathed a sigh of relief and twenty minutes later I had a friend for life as he took me around the ground, explaining the history of the stadium and the club.

It was time for food and so I headed down towards the Old Town.  This picturesque small area of the city was completely razed to the ground by the Nazi’s in 1944 to suppress the Ghetto uprising.  You would never know that today as it has been rebuilt painstakingly.  I found a small restaurant that looked like an antiques shop.  Weiner Schnizel, steaming cabbage with bacon, potatoes, two beers and a coffee to round it all off.  The bill (or journalist) when it came made me scratch my head. 55 zlotys or about £11. Unbelievable Jeff.

Fully refreshed it was time to find the Platinum Residence, where I was staying.  A Hotels.com cheapo – only £44 for the room for the night but like everything in this city it was unbelievable value.  Basically it was a posh apartment, one that wouldn’t look out of place in Chelsea village.  I do what everyone does when they get to their hotel room.  I stripped to my pants and walked around.  What I didn’t realise was the floor to ceiling windows looked straight into an office opposite where two Polish women got their Diet Coke break – well full fat Coke break in my case.

There is only so much time you can walk around in your pants for and with an early kick off I headed off to the bus stop and a non-stop ride down to the Pepsi Arena, joining the thousands of Legia fans, all dressed in their white shirts.

Legia Warsaw are domestically one of Poland’s most successful teams. Nine time champions (the last time was back in 2006) and fourteen times Polish Cup winners they have also have a successful track record in Europe. European Cup semi-finalists in 1970, quarter finalists twice since including the Champions League of 1996 and often victors over English teams, they are currently on course for qualifying from their Europa League group with three wins out of four games. Today, the Pepsi Arena is a less intimidating place to come on a cold winter’s night than it was a decade ago. The open air terraces have been replaced by smart green seats and a roof. In fact it wouldn’t look out of place in a place like, well Coventry actually.

Legia’s most famous player is Kazimierz Deyna, probably Poland’s most famous ever player who was capped ninety seven times for the national team and played over three hundred games for the club. He also played for three years at Manchester City, becoming one of the first overseas players in the top level of English football in 1978. He also starred in the film Escape to Victory. He died aged 41 years old in San Diego and as a mark of respect Legia have retired his number 10 shirt and opened up a museum at the ground in his honour.

Press pass around my neck and a warming cup of coffee in my hand I headed up to the top of the stadium to see what would unfold in front of me.

Legia Warsaw 3 Zaglebie Lubin 0 – Legia Army Stadium – Wednesday 23rd November 2011
About 9.15pm I regained my hearing in both ears.  Despite the stadium being at best half full, the noise generated by the home fans was deafening.  I’ve seen (and heard) some decent fans in the past but for sheer noise and constant singing these guys take some beating (see for yourself here).  Lubin on the other hand had brought six fans.

The game flowed nicely, with both teams passing the ball around.  Lubin, wearing what can only be said was Man Utd’s kit that had been put in the wash with a yellow hankie looked the better team to start but after twenty minutes it was the home side who took the lead. A great ball into the area found Ljuboja, who cleverly backheeled it into the path of Rybus who fired home.  I believe this is what happened, but as you will see from this video (fast forward to 50 seconds) I was filming those fans.

Half time came and I headed down to the media centre.  On the way I took a wrong turn and ended up in the VIP reception area.  I made my apologies to the stunning girl on the front desk, picking up my jaw off the floor as I went and found the right door.

“You see the girl there.” Said one of my colleagues, pointing at the smiling blonde on the reception desk. “She is a hostess”.  ”We call then receptionists in England”.”No, you English fool.  She is a HOSTESS”.

After I pulled myself away (away I said), I headed back up for the second half.  Legia continued to impress and a counter attack on the 60th minute saw Radovic pounce on a great ball through the back four to make it two nil.  It was inevitable that a third would arrive, and just fifteen minutes later it came as Ljuboja, the man with the skunk hair (black with a white stripe and not smelling) tapped home to make it three-nil.

As the final whistle blew I made the mistake of not wrapping up, seduced by the heaters in the roof and almost froze as I stepped outside the stadium.  The hardcore fans tumbled out of the ground, many in just shirt sleeves.  They are made of hard stuff here in Poland.  Twenty minutes later I was back in my apartment, trousers off and wandering around in my pants again.  I had a 3.30am start so what would any sensible person do? Grab a couple of beers and watch the Champions League of course!

Four hours later and I was back at Lotnisko Chopin airport.  I had spent less than £100 including food, drink, bed and football.  If only all trips could be like Warsaw.

More pictures can be found here.

 

On the waterfront

On the banks of a picturesque Alpine lake in the heart of French-speaking Switzerland sits the tiny town of Neuchtel. This is picture-postcard ville. The steep Jura mountains, part of the lower Alps rise high up on both sides of the lake, whilst expensive looking boats bob up and down on the calm waters. On Sunday’s here you could hear a pin drop. That was until the 14:32 from Zrich arrived and decamped the wild boys of FCZ who were here to back their team in the Super Sunday Axpo Super League showdown against Neuchtel Xamax.

The town is the home today for the likes of tennis starsRichard Gasquet, Gilles Simon and Florent Serra as well as Roberto Milani (aka Robert Miles) who wrote such 90′s Electronic classics as Fable and Dreams. But today they had batterned down the hatches or simply left town. Today was not a day to be “sitting, chillin’ and having a coffee”.

Down by the lakeside the Stade de la Maladire these days is buzzing again. The Swiss Champions from 1987 and 1988 were runners up in the Swiss Cup last season, their first return to nearly winning some honours for some time. This season their form has surprised many people as they sit in mid-table, although FCZ’s form is probably more of a worry as they came into this game in 8th place (out of ten) – hardly the form you would expect from the Swiss Champions of just two years ago.

As my train trundled along the edge of Lake Neuchatel you knew how Wordworth felt when he penned “As I wander lonely as a cloud”. The afternoon sun was reflecting off the mill pond surface of the lake and what could make the afternoon any better? Well how about a few Swiss beers and some football? Don’t mind if I do.

The train rolled into Neuchatel. It was a bit hilly. Despite Uncle Google saying it was only a 12 minute walk to the stadium I could see that I was high above the floodlights. Twelve minutes there, twelve hours back!

I found the press entrance and got a nightclub -esque wrist band. No problems there then but with access to the press tribune through the tunnel, and my tardiness meaning I only got there at 3:55pm I took my place at the back of the two teams as they lined up in the tunnel and walked out with them.

The stadium is unusual to say the least. It is smart, functional and very red. The grass looked a little too green and I dared to put my foot on the pitch. It was not real. No real issue there, apart from the fact they were heavily watering it. I am sure someone with a degree in Physics will tell me the reason for this but for now I am completely at a loss.

Neuchtel Xamax 3 FC Zrich 1 -Stade de la Maladire – Sunday 6th November 2011
Without a laptop I resorted to actually writing notes on the game. At one point I got too carried away and started drawing chalkboards of the game, but then I realised that the players actually had no idea where they were playing and were making it up as they went along.

At the back for Xamax was David Navarro. That is David Navarro who was involved inTHISincident a few years ago whilst playing for Valencia against Inter Milan and saw him banned from football for six months.

The game was open enough with both teams playing with a 4-3-2-1 formation (STOP IT NOW)…The one surprise was that we had to wait until the 24th minute for the first goal, although it was certainly worth the wait. Uche Kalu picked the ball up on the edge of the area, danced his way inside two defenders and slotted the ball home to give Xamax the lead.

Their lead lasted just four minutes. Admir Mehmedi had already missed a sitter for FCZ and the home crowd started getting on his back when he picked the ball up on the edge of the area. But he had the last laugh when he curled the ball into the Xamax net to bring the sides level. The away fans, who hardly ever let up their singing all afternoon broke into a rendition of Mike Oldfield’s Moonlight Shadow to celebrate.

Four minutes later it was 2-1 to the home side. A well work free-kick was sent into the area and centre-forward Arizmendi Angel Javier rose the highest to head home. A breathless half came to an end and I tucked into my Oat Crunch biscuits (thank you BA Executive Lounge).

We had more of the same in the second half with both teams trying to create chances. Tackles were flying in and it was no surprise that the referee brandished five yellows in the second period. One disappointment was the crowd – just 3,606 which was thousands less that Luton Town versus Fleetwood in the Conference Premier yesterday. My last two Swiss Super Liga games has seen crowds sub 4,000. How do these clubs actually survive?

It could have gone either way right up until the final minute of four given for injury time. A stupid challenge from the FCZ centre-back saw the referee point to the spot, and after some internal wrangles as to who would take it, up stepped Kalu to score his second goal of the afternoon and Xamax’s third. With no time left to kick off again it was a vital win for Xamax, but perhaps more importantly, with Grasshoppers winning, seeing FCZ, Champions League group stage participants just last season, drop into the relegation spots.

All that was left for me was the hike uphill to the station. I tried to recruit a Ghurka to help me but they were busy with Joanna Lumley – Good job they provided free oxygen at the top – and get back on my train to Zrich, which with typical Swiss efficiency rolled into the Hauptbanhof on the dot. Well, for 80 return you expect punctuality.

More pictures from the afternoon by the lake can be found here.

 

TWO TEAMS IN HAMBURG, TWO HSV’s IN THE BUNDESLIGA.

TWO TEAMS IN HAMBURG, TWO HSV’s IN THE BUNDESLIGA.

Why Watch Football in Hamburg?

I have to confess I am mystified why it has taken me so long to pencil in a football weekend in Hamburg. If  you want to dive head first into two distinct cultural differences of German football, it does not come more fascinating than  Hamburg SV and FC St Pauli. My preconceptions of Hamburg SV were of  a traditional club, whose loyal working class supporters regularly troop out to the modern out of city centre sports stadium, Imtech Arena. The club has never been relegated from the Bundesliga and there love for former player Kevin Keegan is only matched back in Newcastle.

FC St Pauli were the rock and roll club of German football. Their Millerntor stadium is a cramped small stadium, just  an Astra beer bottle’s from Hamburg’s infamous Reeperbahn and are followed by some of the most politically motivated, but passionate supporters in Europe.

Being German football, I was naturally looking forward to enjoying top class European football  for between 12-35 euros, stand on a terrace whilst drinking a beer, eating a bratwurst and whinging about why I am not allowed to do this back home in England.

Away from the football, Germany’s second biggest city has alot to offer  the weekend visitor. For the discerning beer drinker, stag party goer, beatles nut or  pervert, there is the Reeperbahn. Here many of the cafes, bars, sex clubs,  pubs , peep shows, nightclubs  and restaurants never seem to close, but if you are still standing at 7am, you may want to round off that night out with a dawn drink at the Fish Market. On arrival at the fischmarkt in nearby Altona, just follow the noise of live band. After 3 days and nights in  the Reeperbahn, I can understand why John Lennon was famously quoted as saying he ‘was born in Liverpool, but grew up in Hamburg’.

A perfect cure for the Reeperbahn hangover is a visit to the Hamburger Dom (or funfair), near Helligengeistfeld. Held in late March, late July and late November and lasting for 4 weeks at a time, one of europe’s largest and oldest funfairs offers acres of fun in roller coasters, dodgems, and gluwhien/bratwurst stalls. The ferris wheel here is perfect for aerial views of St Pauli’s Millerntor stadium.

When to Go:

Bundesliga season goes from mid- August to early June, with a  break over late December to mid January. Fixtures are normally confirmed in July, giving you plenty of time to book those budget flights. As with other major European football leagues today, Bundesliga fixtures are determined by television schedules and spread over Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Fixtures dates are normally  confirmed up about 5 weeks before kick-off.

Thankfully there is enough to do in Hamburg to warrant a Fri-Mon long weekend break and you should be able to do a couple of matches, with St Pauli and Hamburg SV  playing at home over  alternate weekends. So after deciding whether you prefer football at the Millerntor stadium or Imtech Arena, why not add a Werder Bremen or Hannover 96 home fixture to the itinery?. Both are only about an hour on the train from Hamburg and if you plan it right, you could even watch the other Hamburg team play away.   Our “Bundesliga weekend” on 20/21st November was Hannover 96 v Hamburg SV on the Saturday and St Pauli v Steve Mclaren’s Wolfsburg (as they appear to have been renamed back in England) on the Sunday.

Club Basics: Hannoverscher Sportverein von 1896 e.V.

Address: Arthur-Menge-Ufer 5, 30169 Hannover.

Email: info@hannover96.de

Website: www.hannover96.com

Supporters Website: http://forum.hannover96.de

Getting a ticket:

At the time of writing, Hannover96 are riding high and are currently third in the Bundesliga. Unless its against Bayern Munich, Schalke or Werder Bremen you should still have no problem getting tickets for a Hannover 96 match. Simply email the ticket office about 6 weeks before the match and the club will arrange for tickets to be collected from Hannover 96 fanshop at the AWD Arena, on day of match. Bring some ID.

The best place to watch a match and the choreography of both home and away supporters at the AWD Arena  is on the Westtribune (western) or Osttribune (eastern). We purchased  €35 tickets in West Tribune, lower tier (block W2), and had unrestricted views can be seen on photo below:

Please note that to reach lower tier of the West Tribune, the entrance is actually back at the Nord tribune. We naturally entered the AWD Arena outside the West Tribune and found ourselves in the upper tier with no obvious way to our seat below. This is the first ever time I have been ‘lost’ inside a stadium itself. Upon finding the correct entrance, you finally enter the AWD Arena itself, right under the section containing the Hannover ultras on the Nordtribune.

Getting to Hannover from Hamburg:

Intercity (IC) trains only take an hour to Hannover, and will cost about €40. For a mere €12, I would highly recommend a Regional (RE) train via Ulezen, to be in Hannover about 2 hours before kick-off. We arrived at Hamburg’s central station, Hauptbahnhof (hbf) to be greeted by sight of hundreds of HSV supporters  carrying crates of Astra beer. In our “non-alcoholic”carriage, other HSV supporters were busily decanting everything from schnapps to jagermeister into soft drink bottles for the 2 hour journey. This accounted for  the carnival atmosphere on ‘HSV party express’  when it finally pulled into Hannover hbf.

After the match I would advise grabbing a bite in Hannover before catching train back to Hamburg. We did not do this and instead decided to catch the earliest train back, spending an hour on a packed train, after a good day’s drinking. Never was so many bladders emptied off platform 2 at Ulezen train station, by so many relieved looking HSV supporters ,that evening.

Getting to AWD Arena:

On arrival at Hannover hbf, you can catch underground. Lines 3 and 7 (to Wettbergen) or line 9 (to Empelde). Get off at Waterloo and on leaving the station, just follow signs to Stadion/Waterloostrasse. We opted for joining the crowds in a leisurely stroll through Hannover, to the AWD Arena. The journey will take about 25 minutes, longer when stopping off to sample the local brew “Hannoversch”.

Pre-match pint and programme:

Regulars recommended the following bars that can be found during the walk from Hannover Hbpf to the AWD Arena:

Brahaus Ernst August, Schmiedstrasse. 13, 30159 Hannover.

HBX-Stadtbrauerei am Aegi, Osterstrasse. 64, 30159 Hannover.

Nordkurve, Arthur-Menge-Ufer 8, 30169 Hannover.

The Nordkurve is located at the AWD Arena and appeared to be a popular meeting point for both Hannover 96 and Hamburg supporters. Weather permitting, grab a table and benches outside and enjoy a few beers, a bratwust and some Bundesliga2 matches on a big TV screen.

The Hannover 96 fanhaus is apparently located close to the old “Eilenriede Stadion”. From Hannover Hbf, you can get there on the bus (128 or 134) or on the underground on line 11 from Kropcke (towards the Zoo).

Souvenirs  can be brought directly at the Hannover 96 Fanshop at the stadium. Match programmes are on sale at kiosks around the stadium. British Clubs, please note Hannover 96 can knock out 68 page glossy magazines for a mere €1.50 each.

HSV and HSV:

Throughout the day, I was surprised about the lack of police presence, either when getting to and from Hannover with the Hamburg supporters and at the AWD Arena itself. During the match our section was a peaceful mix of Hannover and Hamburg supporters, exchanging banter and songs. At one point both sets of supporters were chanting “HSV” from their respective ends of the stadium and the stadium tannoy played Hamburg’s club song..

Talking to  supporters on the train back to Hamburg, they confirmed both clubs supporters  have a friendship that began in the late 1990s and both clubs are known as HSV. Both Hannover and Hamburg share a rivalry against Werder Bremen and probably explains the amount of “F#ck Bremen” scarves in evidence. There are a few more friendships within Germany, including Bayern Munich and Bochum and Schalke and Nuremberg.

Club Basics: Hamburger Sport-Verein von 1887

Address: Imtech Arena, Sylvesteralle 7 , 22525 Hamburg

Email: ticketing@hsv.de

Website: www.hsv.de

Supporters Website: www.hsv-uk.co.uk

Getting to Imtech Arena:

Take the S3 or S21 S-Bahn line from Hamburg hbf to Stellingen. Keep an eye out for HSV fanhaus which is 3 stops before on the same line (Holstenstrabe) and well worth a visit on the way back. Exit the Stellingen station and follow signs and HSV graffiti for 20 minutes through the Volkspark to the Imtech Arena.

HSV Museum:

This excellent museum is open daily from 10am and entry for adults is €6. For an extra €2 you can get an English language audio commentary on everything you wanted to know about the only founding member of the Bundesliga to have never been relegated.

Despite its illustrious history, if you are to ask an English football supporter of a certain age what they know about HSV, he/she will inevitably answer that is the team that Kevin Keegan played for. HSV stunned English football and me (My dad remembers showing an 8 year old me where ‘Hamburg SV’ was on the map!), when they persuaded Kevin Keegan to leave Liverpool in 1977.

After an indifferent  first season in the Bundesliga, Keegan inspired HSV to their first Bundesliga title in 1979. Celebrations at the championship winning match versus Bayern Munich, were overshadowed when serious overcrowding in home end, led to crushing which seriously injured 79 supporters.

Although HSV finished Bundesliga runners-up in 1980 and lost European Cup final to Brian Clough’s Nottingham Forest, Keegan again had another excellent season.

‘Machtge Maus’ ( ‘Mighty Mouse’ as HSV supporters affectionately called him) became the  most universally admired Bundesliga player of that era and his admirers spread outside Germany, being voted European Footballer of the Year in 1978 and 1979. Yes, English players used to be proficiently technical enough back then, to win such accolades. Sorry, I’ll get off me soap box now….

The museum’s section on Keegan includes his original locker, signed Hamburg and England shirts, a Union Jack flag from the Keegan fan club and a copy of his pop single, “Head Over Heels in Love”. Although Keegan’s pop single barely reached the top 30 back in England, the record stayed in the German charts for nearly 33 weeks. I can only imagine there are fair few 30 year old hamburgers today, with the distinctly Anglo Saxon  middle name of “Kevin”.

The tour ended with a stunning views of the Imtech Arena itself and a promise to return to Hamburg and watch a HSV  match here.

Getting a ticket for:

HSV biggest matches of the season are against Werder Bremen, Bayern Munich and St Pauli. Matches against teams with a good away following also include FC Koln , Borussia Dortmund and Borussia Monchengladbach.  Tickets go on sale about 6 weeks before the match and see club website for details. Also check out the HSV UK supporters website  (  www.hsv-uk.co.uk ) where they have a very handy guide to ordering tickets

Pre-match pint and scarf:

If you are looking to meet up with HSV fans in Hamburg, then visit the FanHaus ( Stressemanstrasse 162, 22769 Hamburg) right beside by Holstenstrasse S-Bahn station. Exiting the station, turn left and it is the first building you see. From the front it looks like an old schoolhouse and that is because it is. From the back you see walls painted in club colours, that could even be seen from the train above. Inside, fan projects meet regularly to look after the interest of HSV supporters  at home and away matches and there is also a bar to down an Astra beer or two.

I did not see too many HSV bars in the Reeperbahn and I understand most to be located on the southern part, towards the port. One bar repeatedly recommended by HSV supporters was the Sportspub Tankestelle ( Gerhardstrabe 7, St Pauli).

For unofficial HSV souvenirs, check out the 1887 Streetwear shop (Kleine Reichenstrbe 15 , 20457 Hamburg). They were formerly located in the upper floor of the HSV fanhaus.

Official souvenirs can be purchased at the Imtech Arena and at Hamburg airport. Amongst the usual club endorsed products is a nifty toasted sandwich maker that not only toasts your sarnie, but also leaves the HSV club logo on it!. Class.

Club Basics: FC St Paul.

Address: Auf dem Heiligengeistfeld,  20359 Hamburg

Email: kartencenter@fcstpauli.com , info@stpauli-fanladen.de

Website: www.fcstpauli.com

Supporters website: www.stpauli-fanladen.de

Getting a ticket:

Bearing in mind it is FC St Pauli’s centenary year; the club is back in the Bundesliga for the first time in nine years, the Millerntor stadium has a limited capacity of some 23000 capacity and they have a worldwide fanbase numbering millions, match tickets are understandably difficult to source. Any tickets left go on general sale about 3 weeks before match and you can apply online through the club website. If you are prepared to pay over the odds, you can go through reputable ticketing agencies.

Because I wanted to experience the joys of watching top flight football whilst standing, I opted for tickets for one of the many terrace sections that can be found at the Millentor stadium. I contacted St Pauli’s supporters club, the Fanladen and was very, very, very fortunate to secure a spare ticket on the sudtribune. It cost me just €13 euros and had to be collected at the Fanladen on Friday between 3-8pm or until 2 hours before kickoff. Please chuck some euros  into the funds tin on the fanladen desk.

Pre-match pint and souvenirs:

The Millerntor is a classic, small town-centre type stadium right next to hamburg’s busiest bar district, the Reeperbahn. There were plenty of bars that will were packed the previous night before ,let alone before kick-off. In no particular order of preference, our favourates were:

Gretel & Alfons.  Gross Freiheit 29 , 22757 Hamburg.

Fanladen St Pauli: Brigittenstrasse 3, 20359 Hamburg.

Jolly Roger : Budapesterstrasse 44, 20359 Hamburg.

Rosi’s Bar: Hamburger Berg 7, 20359 Hamburg .

St Pauli Eck: Simon-von-Utrecht-Str. 87, 20359 Hamburg,

Tippel II Detlev-Bremer-Str. 46, 20359 Hamburg,

Zum Silbersack , Silbersackstr. 9, 20359 Hamburg,

Inside the Millerntor itself, the drinking continued. I experienced the ultimate joy of standing on a terrace, watching football with a beer or gluwhien in one hand, a bratwurst in the other. Don’t forget to return your beer mug for a refund, although I kept mine as a souvenir of a memorable evening:

You will be spoilt for choice when it comes to St Pauli souvenirs. Fanladen is good source for unofficial  tshirts, if there are any left in stock. To be honest, the official stuff is so good you just have to visit the club store located outside the sudtribune on non match day. Saves you the hassle of carrying bags of St Pauli goodies into the match later.

Even if the skull and crossbones theme is not your cup of tea, you cannot help but be tempted by fashionable  brown tshirt complete with club logo and phrase “RETTER”. This shirt was sold to raise funds for the club when it went into administration, a few years ago. I also picked up a baby romper suit for me cousin’s new daughter, choosing the club emblem over a skull and crossbones motif that might not have gone down too well at the christening. A St Pauli scarve is obligatory if you want to stand on the sudtribune and join in with the locals, singing “You Will Never Walk Alone” at the final whistle.

Opening hours are Monday to Saturday, 10am-7pm. Please note on Sunday or match days, store is only open 3 hours before kick-off. Contact store at fanshop@fcstpauli.com . There is also an outlet at Hamburg Airport.

Getting to Millerntor stadium:

It was not too difficult for us to locate the Millerntor stadium, as we could see the ferris wheel of the Hamburger Dom (that overlooks it) from our hotel window on the Reeperbahn.  If you are coming in from another part of Hamburg, simply head to  train station, St Pauli on U3 line . On exiting station, you cannot miss Millerntor’s floodlights or the imposing concrete structure overlooking the stadium that was a second world war flak tower fortification. On matchdays, flag waving St Pauli supporters have been spotted on its roof , watching the match below. Both the club store and ticket collection (Kasse) windows are located on the sudtribune.

Millentor stadium:

Wallking onto the sudtribune of the Millerntor stadium, was like stepping back in time to Blundell Park  or Elland Road in the 1980/90s. But watching Grimsby Town or Leeds United was never like this.

The sight of thousands of St Pauli supporters standing on a terraces around three quarters of the stadium, to watch a  football match. On the perimeter fences in the sudtribune, the conductors with megahones lead the choreography.

The sound of St Pauli team entering the field to AC/DC’s “Hells Bells” and celebrating a goal to Blurs “Song 2”. Between, the St Pauli supporters provide their own atmosphere by of jumping up and down and chanting enough terrace songs to match the Beatles back catalogue.

The smells of bratwurst, beer and smoking. And all for just €13 euros. I have read that St Pauli plan to increase stadium capacity from current 23,000 to 28,000 but this being St Pauli, the terrace sections will be expanded , rather than replaced. This can only be good news for the St Pauli regulars and football tourists alike.

Thanks to folks at Hannover 96 forum; HSV UK supporters website; Fanladen St Pauli; Danny Last at EFW: Mike Davies for the Hamburger Dom photo ;Michael Stoffl for translations and finally Glenn who only decided to get married, just so he could plan a stag weekend enjoying Bundesliga football in Hannover and Hamburg (Only joking Janet!).

Paul Whitaker, Maracana Manor – December 2010

 

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