Flip Flop Flying

3,311: Fußball in Berlin, supplementary game No. 7

without comments

It felt a bit too soon for another game. Saturday’s game started just 14 hours after Friday’s ended. And after that game, it felt like I might be going to see a mate’s band in a pub the afternoon after seeing James Brown at the Apollo.

Nonetheless, I was quite excited. The expanded 14 team project (including the 11 Berlin teams, and the 3 teams in Brandenburg state accessible on the local rapid transit S-Bahn) would be completed with a trip to Schöneiche to see SV Germania 90 Schöneiche v SV Altlüdersdorf.

Here’s another asterisk in the plan: you can get close but not actually to Schöneiche on the S-Bahn. But even though the local tram doesn’t seem to be a part of the Berlin tram network, it still accepts my ticket as valid. (There’s something enjoyably ridiculous for me about the rules and caveats I apply to this project/my life.)

S-Bahn trains S9 and S3, get off at Friedrichshagen to get that tram. I needed tram 88, which I assume is just a tram number, not a Nazi reference. The entrance area of the S-Bahn had two signs for where a tram would be, but in both directions. I had four minutes. I chose to go right. I saw some tram lines and and stop over the street. Waiting for, like, evah, I nipped as nimbly as I could between other pedestrians. The stop didn’t say 88. I jogged across the street to a different stop. No 88 there either. I asked a couple of people. Neither knew. So I guessed that it must’ve been left out of the station. Should’ve stuck with my leftist principles all along eh? There was tram 88. A wee old thingy. I dashed over, “just in time!” said my brain. After sitting on the tram with no sign of movement, I realised that nope, I’d just missed the previous one, and this was the next one. The tram goes every 30 minutes.

Sensible people knew the tram time and arrived a few minutes before it was ready to leave. For the most of that half-hour wait, it was just me and bunch of older women having a good old natter and a laugh together. The driver got in his little driver area thingy, gave some people change for the ticket machine, and we were off off off on what felt like one of those wee trains you get at zoos and funfairs. Only one track for use in both directions the whole way. A bit of the journey it was actually going through an actual forest.

Here’s a slightly rubbish picture of the tram:

Judging by the frequency of the graffiti nearby, this is FC 1. Union Berlin territory:

Couldn’t see a street sign, but I had drawn a little map on a Post-It note of the route from the tram to the stadium. As I walked along the street a guy in his front garden said hello. Aw, villages.

The guy selling tickets (€6) at the Jahn-Sportplatz was incredibly friendly, reenforcing the village-ness of it all. There are three football fields at the sportplatz: one with a running track, one without, and one with artificial turf. Germania 90 played on the second of those. The sportplatz has a bar. I got a beer and stood outside before the game started. The PA from the field was playing A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay and then Rhythm is a Dancer by Snap!, and then there was the click clack of football boots. Both of the teams stood outside the changing rooms next to the bar. Time, it would seem, to get over to the field to watch the game.

It was pretty basic. A wooden shed where the announcer hung out. A truck that sold bratwurst, soup, and chips. And another wooden hut that sold €1.80 beers.

Along one side of the fence around the pitch were some spectators. 43 of them, including me. Among them, though, were a couple of teenagers with a drum, another woman with another drum, and a further woman with a megaphone who would shout encouragement. She was friendly. One time, I went to get a beer. She was in front of me in the queue having a chat, and when it was her turn, she told me I could go first because I was their “guest.” I spoke to her and the drum woman again later, and she they had assumed I was there as a fan of the visiting team. I told her I was British, apologised for Brexit, and had a chat about their team and the Oberliga in general. Good people.

It was fun being so close to the field. The physicality of the game is a lot more real that close. And I don’t think I’ve ever heard a goalkeeper burp before. The visitors won 2-1. I said goodbye to Ms. Megaphone and Ms. Drum, had another quick beer at the sportplatz’s bar while some players chatted outside the changing room, and that was it. Extended Project complete.

The Eleven Berlin Teams Project:
Hertha BSC v Eintracht Frankfurt, (25/2/17)
FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin v 1. FC Lokomotive Leipzig (18/3/17)
FC Hertha 03 Zehlendorf v SV Lichtenberg 47, (19/3/17)
Berliner AK 07 v FC Schönberg 95, (22/3/17)
VSG Altglienicke v FC Viktoria 1889 Berlin, (25/3/17)
Berliner FC Dynamo v Hertha BSC II, (29/3/17)
Hertha BSC II v FSV Union Fürstenwalde, (1/4/17)
Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06 v 1. FC Frankfurt, (2/4/17)
1. FC Union Berlin v Erzgebirge Aue, (5/4/17)
SV Lichtenberg 47 v SV Victoria Seelow, (14/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v FC Hansa Rostock II, (15/4/17)

The Extended Fourteen Team S-Bahn Project:
SV Babelsberg 03 v Berliner AK 07, (7/4/17)
FC Strausberg v Tennis Borussia Berlin, (23/4/17)
SV Germania 90 Schöneiche v SV Altlüdersdorf, (29/4/17)

The Eleven Berlin Teams Project Supplementary Games:
SV Empor Berlin v 1. FC Union Berlin, (23/3/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v Hertha BSC II, (20/4/17)
Tennis Borussia Berlin v Charlottenburger FC Hertha 06, (26/4/17)
SV Babelsberg 03 v FC Energie Cottbus, (28/4/17)

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Boy Problems by Carly Rae Jepsen

On this day
The real Paraguay, 1 May 2008

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Honey badger

Self-promotion
Flip Flop Flyin’ Flip Flop Fly Ball
Behance Feedly Instagram Society6 Tumblr Twitter (@flipflopflying) Twitter (@manypencils)

Written by Craig

May 1st, 2017 at 8:19 am

Posted in Blah blah,Sports

Leave a Reply