Regionalliga Nordost – Carl Zeiss Jena against Chemie Leipzig: Heroes of the washcloth guild

Oh, my fucking year-end angel, what were you thinking? Jena against Chemie Leipzig in the Regional League of the Heart offered unpleasant background noise alongside a beautiful 5-0 win against Saxony’s rickety Gloria. Ok, it can get worse, here it’s enough to take a look at Guinea, where a weak referee decision at the weekend was enough to cause at least fifty dead spectators to mourn. Killed while watching football. What a sad story. What an incredible number, how terrible.

For some gentlemen – yes, there are men, old and young, black and white – all it takes is a spark to cause their pent-up aggression to explode in the football context. Of course not in a fairly fair fight, as we know from hooligan fights in the woods and meadows, but rather in a cowardly manner in your own stadium or in a football temple where you have arrived as a guest. Throwing firecrackers masked from behind, dismantling the sink, giving the finger in the anonymity of the crowd and throwing coins, hiding razor blades behind stickers, you are really respectable heroes of the washcloth guild to me.

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Frank Willmann looks at the football between Leipzig, Łódź and Ljubljana.

The word guest no longer has a sacred meaning in football; it should be replaced with the word enemy. Because only a hostile person is able to demolish sanitary facilities or everything that needs to be demolished in the home club’s stadium. I like to repeat myself: anyone who does that has no business in football. Blatant violence against things and people in the stadium is non-negotiable. Peoples of the world, exclude these birds, forbid them from visiting the stadium, leave them alone in their desolate lives.

Because the active fan scene at Carl Zeiss Jena and at Chemie is largely in the left-wing camp, it makes things even more disgusting. Instead of fighting the common enemy in Jena, which is stirring on every corner in Thuringia, these hollow pears are chasing each other. Just because their idiotic logic tells them that about 15 years ago a chemist in Italy farted in the wrong direction. Or was it a Jenenser? Little things, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is that we can turn off our little brains and treat each other with hatred. You lack any consciousness, you are worse than the most cowardly of cowardly citizens who just want to get their mites out of the water.

Nobody thinks about why, the dull mass follows the nastiest fucker and that’s that. Afterwards, the photos are admired on the relevant pages on the Internet, the mostly non-existent wounds are licked and the great victory is celebrated. This is pathetic, embarrassing and confirms all prejudices. And it gives the police and certain politicians control, it disgusts me.

Understand me correctly, I love the lumpenproletariat, I like insults and a hand on the bag at the right moment. I like mean songs and cheeky sayings, especially when it’s raining and the wind is whistling. Football has to stay wild. But composure must be maintained. Otherwise, you’re no better than the dirt under your fingernails.

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