Fußball kommt nach Hause (Football's coming home)

A friend arrived for a short visit today and we decided we'd like to go and watch a football match.  Well, culture and high brow things are all well and good but they pale beside the chances of eating a huge sausage in a tiny bun and drinking apfelsaftschorle while watching 22 blokes kicking a bag of wind over a nice lawn.  All that in the company of 6000 Germans.

Follow it up with Schnitzel and a beer and you have a pretty good day.

The game was not one of those that will make headlines.  TSV 1860 München (the original club in München) against SV Wehen Wiesbaden.

I being a Wiesbadener and a complete Klugscheißer managed to buy us tickets in the middle of the München fans.  But it was fun nonetheless.  There wasn't anywhere near the level of hate & vitriol that I've experienced at games in Schottland in the past.

The game was dull.  More hoofball than football.  But we enjoyed the theatre more.  The manager of Wiesbaden was terrific value.  As was this bloke with all the patches.  

But best of all were the München fans that you can see in the extra.  They were unstinting in their support of their team.  It was a great show.

And for the record Wiesbaden lost 1-0.