Spanish football – Sevilla’s barbers: Betis shaved Real Madrid

My last lovemaking with the participation of Real Madrid occurred in the year of Lord in Jena in 1981. Real Madrid’s, which were unreachable at the time, made guest appearances in the UEFA Cup at FC Carl Zeiss Jena. It was November and the air pregnant with brown coal took our breath, which we, like young deer to be told for the Ernst-Abbe sports field, only one thing in mind to see Real Madrid falling, a 1-0 would have been enough after a 2: 3 first defeat. I did not yet know that this evening should mean the (preliminary) farewell to FC Carl Zeiss and the European Cup, because according to various, very soon -to -be events that have to be described as political events, my relationship with the GDR and football would transform into a negative.

I was just 18 years old, my metamorphosis to the enemy of the state (in the west they were called civil rights activists), who I never wanted to be, was imminent. I read Nietzsche, Max Stirner and writings of the West German Greens Wild, sold my motorcycle for reasons of environmental protection, wore a “swords to plugs” and a black-red star on the lapel of my jacket.

Real Madrid burst in the middle of these major events. I had already said goodbye to my football friends because I seemed to have no common ground with them apart from the football club. Yes, I felt disgusted disgust before their football fixation, when the world threatened to break (NATO double decision, nuclear missiles in East and West, Reagan, Chernobyl, etc.). Real came to Jena, the stadium was sold out, we waited for the goal until the end. The club refused to redemption, the break was already on the train back to Weimar, I hung my scarf in the closet to the back, my sister took it out years later.

Sevilla is the city of screeching, green collar paratting. They populate the numerous parks and green areas of the wonderful city in Andalusia and show the other birds who is in the house. Even the cry of the tower falcons is casually drowned out by them, especially in early March when it comes to trying to preserve the species.

Betis-Sevilla fans, who are almost 60,000 green-grown, cannot be wrong. Wild screeches when their balls are entering the stadium as their balls: a diva follows with three racked musicians to the area and tunes a song of praise to the Greens. Trump and the concerns of all of humanity are far away when the referee (from whom you basically know throughout Spain that he was either bribed by Real Madrid or FC Barcelona) whipped the game and immediately takes the initiative. Betis humbly accepts 0: 1 in the tenth minute. Everyone in the stadium is quiet for a moment.

Will the Greens experience a murderous rubs today? Real brasses in the next few minutes, half. Betis always works, the spectators immediately go to the ceiling and sway into a norcke euphoria in every decision by the referee.

Madrid’s master coach Carlo Ancelotti rests in front of the coaching bank and always strokes the calm over his noble fabric, gentlemanlike, for why not today. Next to him, the subproletarian Betiscoach Menuel Pellegrini poses elegantly dressed today. Both are reminiscent of witty flaneurs, who, with their presence, spoil the streets of the wonderful old town of Seville.

Ancelotti begins from the middle of the first half of increasing with the arms. Foxsteufelswild also the Greens, who feel something big in the inside of their intestines. An inspired Isco (luckily not landed at Union Berlin, he would have lost his talent there) brings the corner for Betis. 1: 1. The green romp, but it’s a kindly romp.

Cloud break! The sky opens its locks. The thirsty earth of Andalusia lets the holy wet penetrate into its furrows.

Halftime. The spectators in the unreserved area of ​​the stadium flee to the catacombs, like the early Christians of Rome to escape the teeth of the lions in Circus Maximus (see “The Digedags in ancient Rome”). Coach Pellegrini changes his 4000 euro leather slipper to profane, but waterproof sneakers during the break.

Kick -off 2nd half. Real ram -like, Betis with cutting. Isco conjures up. In the 53rd minute, the referee becomes the best friend of Seville. Penalty. Isco transformed. The night sky shines. Real strength evaporates. Substitute Mbappé. Pity? Come on, it’s real.

Elder Stasman Ancelotti frowns. Pellegrini dances, the fans dance. Betis, Betis, Betis – we are crazy about you!