We have quite enjoyed poking fun at fan groups and the way their see their respective countrymen recently. And between you and we, these posts have been getting a healthy amount of views and shares. Therefore we are getting our Bundesliga hats back on and taking the point of view of possibly the most dismissive Germans.Continue reading
That figure means various things to various people. It is the maximum capacity of the Estadio La Romareda, home of Real Zaragoza. It is apparently the number of people who die each year in the USA from antibiotic-resistant microbes. And it is the amount of inhabitants of the market town of Beverley, just north of my beloved Kingston Upon Hull.
It is also the number of fans that followed SG Dynamo Dresden to the Olympiastadion in Berlin for a cup tie against Hertha BSC.
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Every Football mad Brit already knows it. The German Football experience is second to none in terms of value for money, spectacle and pure enjoyment. Fed up to the back teeth with high ticket prices and draconian body searches every Saturday in the UK, a lot of your Continue reading
Another of our favourite fan groups. A lot of other German fans look to Hertha BSC as a bit of a sellout club with little soul, not to the same extent as RB Leipzig or the likes of Wolfsburg and Leverkusen though. But Hertha’s Ultras have been very proactively recently, buoyed by their recent success and trips to Europe.
In his article “Why Hertha BSC Berlin is not a German Powerhouse (and Probably Never Will Be)“, published in Bundesliga Fanatic, Max Regenhuber openly discusses the reasons why Berlin’s #1 has underachieved compared to clubs of other major German metropolises.
The historical account is spot on; Hertha have had a turbulent past, frequently Continue reading
In this guest post, Chris Lee, founder of Football travel and culture blog Outside Write, describes how he first fell for German Football and how the Bundesliga experience has probably helped change attitudes toward Germany among English Football fans.
It’s the evening of 13 July 2014. I am sat in a packed bar in Balham, South London, enduring yet another turgid World Cup final. I can’t remember a good one since 1986, when the opponents were (almost) the same: then it was West Germany and Argentina. Continue reading
It was a group of Hertha-mad friends that steered me toward the Blau-Weiße Alte Dame, and an Away Day was something of an eventuality. Down the pub you’re always chatting about terrace life, and these boys had criticism for the atmosphere at English stadia, or rather, lack of it. Naturally that was something I disputed quickly. But the story of my second Hertha BSC Away Day made me understand just what exactly they were talking about. This is that story. Continue reading
Ref blows for kick-off; still queuing. Become aware of the Liverpudlian accent in front of me. The lad finishes his phone conversation, so I ask the obvious Merseyside question;
“Red or Blue?”
Evertonians are in town for the following day’s Continue reading