With a warm “BVB sons of bitches!” the Hesseköpp welcomed the chicken bunch and us to the Waldstadion yesterday. The guest and home blocks symbolized the current mood in the club very well. While the home corner burned ablaze, the guest block watched sadly and silently. Those who had actually taken the liberty of speaking more clearly to the players in the last game were late to the party and actually didn’t deserve any loud and colorful support anyway. Frankfurt, on the other hand, was in top form – congratulations to the riot master and this atmosphere!
I would like to discuss what is happening on the pitch as little as possible today. It was bad for the eyes, ears, pulse and blood pressure. The last one in particular shot up randomly after just a minute. As against Kiel and Leverkusen, the defense still seemed to be on the bus – but you had already noticed that Frankfurt was playing towards the visitors’ block and not the other way around, right? Question for a friend. Shaking my head, I hoped that the rest of the party would at least arrive soon so that they could not only get drunk, but also at least sing a little warmly. After a long 12 minutes, Frankfurt finally announced the entry of those who at least could not be accused of not giving everything for their colors with “Doooortmundschweine”.
Meanwhile, nothing was given on the pitch again when the thing finally went in in the 18th minute. Etikitikikiki was it and to protect your blood pressure you mumbled a resigned “that was foreseeable” to yourself. Mental health and stuff like that. The chain of folders in front of the Nord freaked out just like them. What a cauldron.
Morocco
