5/5 Marc W. 9 years ago on Google • 10 reviews
"Hier
kommen
die
Hooligans,"
a
sodden
security
guard
muttered
dryly
as
we
trudged
past.
It
was
early
November
2013
and
we
were
making
our
way
to
the
Sportpark
Hohenberg
for
Viktoria
Koln
v
Schalke
04
II.
I
gave
him
a
smirk
and
we
kept
on
wading
toward
the
ground,
which
was
half-hidden
behind
bare
trees.
Supporters
from
both
teams
mingled
outside
the
grandstand,
which
was
impressively
large
for
a
fourth-tier
side.
A
pair
of
beefy,
bull-necked
bikers
bedecked
in
leather,
denim
and
Schalke
04
badges
side-eyed
my
friend
Dale,
who
-
with
his
cherry
Doc
Martens,
Levi's
and
denim
jacket
-
manages
to
carry
off
the
'80s
terrace
look
with
some
panache.
We
got
our
beers
and
bratwursts
without
confrontation,
and
took
our
seats
at
the
back
of
the
grandstand.
Across
the
pitch,
on
the
terracing,
Viktoria's
small
set
of
ultras
were
waving
flags
and
banging
drums.
The
game
had
barely
kicked
off
before
Masatoshi
Hamanaka,
Viktoria's
Japanese
striker,
put
them
ahead.
Against
a
side
featuring
World
Cup
runner-up
Gerald
Asamoah
and
some
of
Gelsenkirchen's
most
promising
young
talent,
Viktoria
were
bossing
it:
playing
swift,
crisp
passing
football
and
breaking
down
Schalke's
lumpen
attacks
with
relative
ease.
Far
from
being
on
a
similar
level
to
Conference
football,
on
this
day
Viktoria
would
have
given
any
SPFL
team
(Celtic
aside)
or
Championship
side
a
run
for
their
money.
David
Muller
made
it
2-0
before
the
break
and,
apart
from
a
late
consolation,
Schalke's
youths
rarely
threatened
in
the
second
half.
With
the
rain
still
pouring
at
full
time,
we
schlepped
back
to
the
tram,
at
once
confusing
and
delighting
the
locals
with
chants
of
The
Kink's
Victoria.
It
was
a
great
lower
league
football
experience,
showing
that
it's
not
just
the
Bundesliga
that
the
game
back
home
could
learn
a
few
lessons
from.
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