Rot-Weiss Erfurt fans now have to cheer on their traditional club in the fifth-rate NOFV Oberliga.
Foto: imago images/Karina Hessland
A lot has happened. Putin’s troops have invaded Ukraine. On the other hand, protests formed in many fan scenes over the weekend – because football is politics. Manne Willfarth died in Berlin at the end of January. He was one of the many volunteers who made our sport great. Manne was 76 years old, he was chairman of the Berlin club SV Blau Weiss Berolina Mitte for many years. Man, now you are in place as a good spirit, you always friendly person of soft words. Man, we will always remember you and all the others of your kind!
In the regional league, the balls are flying around our ears again. Hiss, the BFC builds up a small cushion. As I recently predicted at this point, only Lok Leipzig and Energie Cottbus are still seriously interested in the championship.
More than 2000 heated Berlin spirits met on Friday for the city duel in the Zoschke Stadium of SV Lichtenberg 47. It was raining, it was bitterly cold. Ideal football weather for a nasty fighting game. While the ball artists were practicing under the brand new floodlights, I headed towards the clubhouse to train my human values in the warm environment. You had to shake hands with a young man to offer him the beauty of all the junk.
While the rain was pelting outside and the unprotected spectators almost died, he looked out the window of the clubhouse and saw, oh happy moment, his first football game. We crossed our fingers over a beer, may the better win. Well, the better team didn’t win, but did the team with the greater will win? What recently distinguished the BFC became his undoing in the district neighbors. The BFC wanted a little, Lichtenberg wanted everything. Zack, it was suddenly 1:0 for Lichtenberg. And it stayed that way.
After the game, we had the task of washing the heads of the Lichtenbergers present and then blow-drying them lovingly. Happiness is just a butterfly, we sang. Today you, tomorrow her, we yodelled. I wish you football without suffering, and a Beck who scores goals, we (allegedly) roared. Did it help? Most certainly! The rest of the evening lies in darkness.
But not every day is a bad day. I wake up and the sun is smiling on my face. The coffee is steaming, you have flowers in your hair and love sinks above all suffering. But what? Yes, what? Something is missing in my life! Phantom pains flood my body. Sure, of course! I’m not allowed to go to Lichterfelde, Corona is the name of the evil spirit, to which another game of my Jenaer falls victim.
Bored, I’m now scrolling through the results of the NOFV-Oberliga Süd. That’s where my main enemy, the red-white seam (Thuringian for vulture) from the town with the Krämerbrücke, has been kicking for a few years. The Krämerbrücken team is insolvent, destroyed by local egg thieves, a terrible football fate. I was happy for the first few years, but now I look at Gera full of pity and almost cry. Because what could be worse for a fanatic than the loss of the main enemy?
Beloved = hated main enemy, where are you when I call you at night? I need you for nightmares and happy dreams alike. You are the source of infinite new happiness when it comes to defending Thuringia’s crumbling crown. I’m looking for you, I need you, what’s the use of talking about silly tradition if there’s no opponent for a traditional duel! How can I properly taunt you when you’re sinking into the basement? Rot-Weiss Erfurt, come back!
