BFC Dynamo and Union Berlin – Dark skies over the Sportforum and a few idiots in Köpenick

I like it when the wind blows against me while watching football and a nasty drizzle whips my cheeks. Ms. Holle provided me with the perfect weather for the BFC Dynamo game on Sunday. In the airy area of ​​the Sportforum you can particularly easily observe moving cloud formations. When a bit of sun can still be seen in the middle, near the television tower, the sky over Hohenschönhausen is already turning reverently black and the evil premonition of future weather escapades hits us.

Hota, the fat drops are about to fall and we poor citizens of the earth are looking for protection under our hoods, because a real man obviously doesn’t take an umbrella to football. A cold or an umbrella? Clear choice: 99 percent of the stadium men choose the cold, because the terrible Christmas is approaching and we might have a good reason to be on December 24th. to stay in bed for a long time.

The fringe Berliners from Babelsberg were visiting. Both fan choirs gave us heartwarming vocal performances in the stands, but only the BFC seemed to be present on the pitch and sent the guests home with a 3-0 win. I had originally planned a three-way combination from Jena, Union and the BFC for the weekend. Unfortunately, Carl Zeiss’ game at Hertha Zehlendorf fell victim to the district office because sensitive groundskeepers didn’t feel like lifting their heads from the couch after 7 p.m. on Friday. Lost game due to incontinence or incompetence, take your pick.

I used the free Friday evening to gather my strength so that I could plunge into the hustle and bustle of Köpenick on Saturday afternoon. After two years back in the Alte Försterei, what an adventure. The S-Bahn is overcrowded as always, the path to the stadium through the forest is still wonderfully muddy, steaming red and white bodies marched into their home, which was recently described in a former West Berlin newspaper as probably the secret center of the Union sect. The dark Dirk is said to rule over a group of secret combatants who possibly want Erich the First back, or was it the table tennis Walther?

The bottom team Bochum was a guest, the red and white army showed blue and white spots and looked nice. Evil tongues might claim that this diverse crowd of football worshipers was the best part of the game. It was a real relegation duel. The beautiful football didn’t show up. Running, fighting, pushing and hustling was the order of the day.

There were also a few idiots on the way. On and off the football field. Shortly before the final whistle, the score was 1-1, and a white lighter flew from the Berlin fan block on the forest side towards the lawn and hit the Bochum goalkeeper in the head. White as a dove of peace, it was not the only aircraft that was brought onto the field by poor enemies of our sport. Gives the thrower a lifetime ban from the stadium. And then raise the flags of joy again. Our football is just too enchanting for disturbed fuckers to harm.