A song celebrating the arrival of half time? Gah.
Benteler Stadion, Paderborn
2. Bundesliga
Sunday 21 October 2012
Attendance: 15,000
It’s hot, I'm on a packed train, the toilet's
broke, I'm hungover, I'm with (award winning) @theballisround, (genre
defining) @dannylast, and (big) @bigdeaksy and we're all surrounded by a
bunch of drunk people who look like they’ve been diverted from
their trip to a Levellers concert to a protest about saving an
obscure piece of boring scrub land from something fun. Yep, We're on
a train full of St. Pauli fans going to an away match. We're all
delighted to be here. If you need me to explain about St. Pauli and
their fans you’re probably on the wrong blog.
The St. Pauli fans are met with bright sunshine
and a forceful welcome by the local Polizei in Paderborn, a town
which is as much middle class as it is in the middle of nowhere. A
bunch of lefties with piercings and freaky haircuts in the town is
always going to cause a bit of a kerfuffle so they're shoved off
towards a crowded train platform, circled by police horses and
recorded with video cameras whilst being viewed with intense
suspicion. Meanwhile we're herded out into the sunshine before all
being wedged into a fat mans funking armpit to claim one of the last
remaining spaces on the funbus destination Paderborn FC.
Small. Far away.
For a town already in the middle of nowhere
Paderborn's (Nicholas) Benteler stadium manages to be at the
epicentre. This could be the edge of the
world. If you don’t believe me tune into the “Arena Cam” of Nicholas Benteler for an hour or eleven. Nothing will happen. Even on
a match day.
From the outside the stadium looks hmm “generic”
and inside well, it’s all a bit weird. Every terrace is raised up,
with food stalls and toilets underneath, and any view of the pitch is
blocked off. Underneath the away terrace some St. Pauli fans were
pepper sprayed by the Polizei while, underneath the Paderborn one, I
paid Euro 3,50 for a measly portion of chips. We all have our little
gripes with Paderborn.
A picture of the Ultra Sankt Pauli flag I'll go on to mention shortly. Ah, I've ruined the surprise now.
A picture of the Shickeria flag I might go on to mention shortly. I will.
The St. Pauli terrace soon fills up with fans
rubbing their eyes while other parts of the ground fill up with Pauli
fans blinking into the autumnal sunlight. Fans compete for space for
their flags. A large one bearing the word “Ultras” soon
disappears underneath a plethora of smaller ones, including one from
Bayern Munich’s Shickeria. Finally any piece of cloth within a 30sq
metre area is lost as shirt, seemingly belonging to the worlds fattest, tallest man, is wafted over the side of the stand.
Have you got this in XXXXXXXXXXL? You have, I'll take it.
The Paderborn fans are ready for the match too.
Just before kick off an old boy sits next to me, carefully unfolds a
sheet with the lyrics to the Paderborn club song and mumbles his way
through that. Yes, every German club has it own song warble. Normally
its rocky. Football fans like rock. Football fans in Paderborn like
drivel, they like wailing harmonies, they like atrocious guitar 80's
guitar solos, they love bits where the song goes “ooohhhh, ooohhhh,
they like lyrics written by typewriter walloping song gibbons
(“Paderborn, Paderborn my town, I love you”). Gah.
At kick off St. Pauli fans unfurl a banner about the
protection of fan culture whilst remaining silent with their arms
crossed, as if handcuffed. They then break into a song about police
brutality whilst waving flags of the club crest, a ferocious looking
skull and cross bones. Paderborn fans wave flags of the club crest, a
run of the mill circle that has carelessly been coloured way outsidethe lines by a slapdash graphic designer.
After that Danny, Deacs and I barely watched the
match. Meanwhile Stuart followed the game in his usual intense
manner, via Twitter. (#injokes) The St. Pauli fans didn’t stop waving their
arms and singing for the ninety minutes. No one needs a song sheet.
Everyone knows every word and every intricate hand movement that
accompanies every song.
Fritz's seat in row 15 proved to be a massive disappointment.
Token match shot.
Now, I know not every team has to be as different
at St. Pauli but a song celebrating the arrival of half time song is
a low Paderborn. I was that angry when I heard it I almost choked on
my pepper spray.
"Half time
It is so long
Half time
I'm ready
First half goodbye
You are in the past
Half time
It is so long
Half time
The match increases
Second half hello
I'm ready for you."
Wrap your lugholes around this. No do. You want to listen to it don't you. You wont
thank me. But do.
Man alive Paderborn. What were you thinking?
Three minutes into the second half (I'm ready for you - gah!) Daniel Ginczek
scores to give new Pauli manager and Germany's third best Michael Stipe impersonator
Michael Frontzeck
a great start to his first game in charge and send the fans bonkers
barmy. A few seconds later Stuart informs us about the goal after
reading about it in less than 140 characters on his mobile. Amongst
the Pauli fans everybody hurts (sorry) as Paderborn equalise with a
move slicker than Frontzeck’s shiny bonce, through former player
Deniz Naki. There was probably a goal celebration song, by this point
I'd tightly sewn my ears up.
Have you got this in a M?
The mystery of the gargantuan shirt is solved
after the game. Naki applauds the away fans and the Pauli fans
applaud him. The huge shirt, with “Naki 23” on the back is lobbed
down and this touching gesture very nearly sees Naki smothered
alive. He applauds the fans, they applaud him and it's an impressive
end to a great days support. No matter the political leanings, the
appearance, the hair colour or percentage of body mass covered in
piercings these are just great football fans and a superb spectacle
to watch.
Now, someone get this shitting Paderborn half time
song out of my head before I double Van Gogh myself.
For a sensible take on the day read @TeddyFCUM 's take on things over here, Stuart Fuller managed to seperate himself from Twitter long enough to write this and Danny Last managed to focus long enough to take these snaps. Big Deacs has subsequently contributed sod all.
Used to watch Paderborn when I was in the army, 12 years ago at their old ground - picturesque ,out in some German wood close to an open air swimming pool and allotments with the usual large man with loud drum - and squash was the number one spectator sport in the city - how times have changed
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