Stuttgarter Kickers - Chemnitzer FC (15-03-2104)

  After a leisurely drive from Dijon, France, we make it with more than enough time to our next destination, Stuttgart. Both T. and I have visited the big club VfB Stuttgart before, so we are here to see the little brother, the Stuttgarter Kickers. The Kickers are one of the older teams in Europe, founded in 1899 as Stuttgarter Cickers. I have always had a weakness for them, going back to the early 1980s, when their beautiful white jerseys had vertical light-blue stripes and Südmilch as their shirt sponsor.

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The Kickers play in the Waldau-Stadion, which for sponsor-purposes is called GAZi Stadion an der Waldau. It’s an old stadium, opened in 1905, which has seen various renovations throughout its 110 years of existence. It holds 11,410 people, of which a mere 1,311 can sit. In other words, a nice old-school German stadium. It is currently the home of two football teams, Stuttgarter Kickers and VfB Stuttgart II, which both play in the 3. Bundesliga (Germany’s Third Division), and the Stuttgart Scorpions, an American football team.

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After we have been joined by my friend M., with whom I have made many groundhops before we both moved abroad, we pay €10, sample some of the excellent stadium snacks (sausages and other chunks of meats), and take our place on the standing-only stand.

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As quite often at second or third clubs in a city, the supporters are mostly old men, who know each other and have been coming to the club for years. As is usual with German teams, the fans bring flags and passionately sing their club song before kick-off.

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I estimate that there are some 3,500 people in the stadium, including some 300 from Chemnitz (known as Karl-Marx-Stadt between 1953 and 1990), some 435 km to the East. As almost always when the visitors are from East Germany, there is a large and very active police presence at the game.

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It took more than ten minutes for the first shot at goal, which came from the home team. However, in the 16^th minute a Chemnitz shot ricochets and goes over the goalie: 0-1. Less than ten minutes it gets even worse for the Stuttgarter, as a nice combination attack is finished with a strong low shot: 0-2.

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This finally gets the home team moving and five minutes before half time they have a good header, which is saved by the Chemnitz goalie. Two minutes later a good attack but the striker slides the ball from 7 meter at least 10 meter over the goal. Half time: 0-2.

The second half doesn’t bring much better play for the home team. The fans around us complain and increasingly talk about games between other teams or better times of the Kickers.

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In the 60^th minute the Kickers get a free kick but it is headed straight at the goalie.  Three minutes before the end the guest counter attack and score: 0-3, also the final score. As the East Germans celebrate, the locals complain rather stoically. They have been through a lot, during the past decades. We leave quickly, as we have another game that day, but look back at an old-fashioned genuine football experience, which unfortunately has become increasingly rare in today’s world of commercialized football.

Dijon FCO - Le Havre AC (14-03-2014)

 After almost 1.5 years I was finally back in Europe and, even more importantly, able to meet up with my brother T. for an old-fashioned four games in three days groundhop weekend. The first game was Friday evening in the mid-East of France, in the city of Dijon, known better for its spicy mustard than for its football. It is home to Dijon Football Côte d'Or, which was founded in 1998 as a merger of Cercle Dijon Football and Dijon FC. Better known as Dijon FCO or DFCO, the club currently plays in the Ligue 2, France’s Second Division.

We arrive at the stadium at 19:45, roughly 15 minutes before kick-off. The Stade Gaston-Gérard was built in 1934, but has quite recently been seriously modernized. It is situated in a residential area in the northern part of town and can hold 15,995 people.

There is quite a (disorganized) line in front of the old tickets office. We pay only €10 for a covered seat on the new stand behind the goal. Before taking our seats we sample the stadium food, which is the by now staple selection in French stadiums: Sandwich Merguez (€4.50), a very long roll and long and thin sausage (spicy but a bit dry), and Fries (€3), thick and not particularly good.

By the time we take our seat, the game is already a few minutes old. We sit up relatively high with a good view of the game. I estimate that there are ca. 7.000 people in the stadium, so almost half full. Only a few supporters have made the 500 km trek from Le Havre.

The pace of the game is not very high, while the players’ technique and teams’ tactics are poor. DFCO has the most of the game, but Le Havre the better play. In the 18^th minute a home player tries a low shot from almost 30 meters. The ball has a great curve and is hidden from goalie: 1-0. Six minutes later the guests have a good attack that puts the right-wing forward in front of the goal. Despite of a good attempt by the DFCO goalie he scores: 1-1. Two minutes before half time the guests have a good attack over the left flank and the same player beats his defender and tips it in: 1-2.

The second half starts with slow and poor football. It the 50^th minute DFCO gets a free kick just outside of the penalty box, which lands on the cross. Beautiful! After 30 minutes of low pressure by the home team, Le Havre finally starts to play a bit again.In the 76^th minute they have a decent shot on goal.

As the guests start to put the pressure up, the defense of DFCO looks shoddy. Given that Le Havre never really pushes very hard, always holding many players behind, the score doesn’t change. Le Havre doesn’t need to, and DFCO isn’t able to. Final score: 1-2. 

While fans around us complain a bit, they are clearly used to dire performances of their home team. Resigned to their fates they make it back to their home. Overall a nice, kind of old-school football night.

Georgia Revolution-FC Ljiljan (20-07-2012)

By chance I found out that the Georgia Revolution, a team from the Southeast Division of the National Premier Soccer League (NPSL), played one more post-season game, namely for the Capital Cup (whatever that may be), against the winners of the Perrin Cup (ditto), FC Ljiljan, an amateur team from nearby Atlanta. It turned out that “the Revolution” were the holders of the 2011 Capital Cup, so they were keen to keep the cup in Conyers, GA.

After a drive of just under an hour, probably the shortest drive I have had since moving to the US, we arrived at the RYSA Soccerplex. Although it is, according to signs (see below), home to the North America Academy of Wolverhampton Wanderers, it is not a very impressive ‘soccerplex.’ We paid $5 for a generic non-ticket and made our way to the small wooden bleachers along the pitch.

On this relatively (for the Southeast) cool summer evening some 150 people turned up for the game, including some 50 away supporters from nearby Atlanta. Virtually all the fans of FC Ljiljan were Bosnians, or probably more accurately Bosnian-Americans, and so were most of their players and coaching staff. Still, my favorite fan supported the home team.

The game started with a horrendous defensive mistake, of which we would see many more, and a great save of the Georgia goalie. Not much later a messy attack of the Revolution ended with a good safe of the Ljiljan goalie. A bit later the hosts scored, but it was disallowed for offside (twice!). In the 16^th minute the central defender of FC Ljiljan makes a huge mistake, something he would continue to do throughout the game, but the goalie again makes a great safe.

In the 25^th minute, after many (semi-)chances for the Revolution, FC Ljiljan scores on a counter: 0-1. Less than ten minutes later a great attack over right is volleyed in from 5 meters: 0-2. The home crowd is shocked, while the Bosnian fans and players start to tease them. Both defenses leave huge spaces on both ends of the pitch, but Georgia can’t use them as they are all the time offside.

But in the 37^th minute, after two bad touches, a Georgia striker finally scores: 1-2. There is hope again! Five minutes later an easy attack over left is volleyed in: 2-2. This is going to be a crazy game!

In the 44^th minute the Georgia central defense makes another terrible blunder, but the Ljiljan striker shoots at the Georgia goalie. A minute later the Revolution attacks through the center and score and easy goal: 3-2. In the extra time the hosts shoot at the post and score yet another, after a huge mistake by the goalie: 4-2 is the half-time score!

In the second half the visitors seem to have given up. In the 49^th minute a free kick is tipped in from 3 meters without any defense: 5-2. Four minutes later a Georgia attack is intercepted, but the central defender gives the ball away in the box: easy finish: 6-2. Two minutes later the same defender (!) looses the ball again, which is coolly finished: 7-2! This is too much for the “Atlanta Crew,” the Bosnian supporters, who leave.

They miss a semi-revival of FC Ljiljan, who score a professional goal in the 70^th minute: 7-3. However, the revival is short-lived, as four minutes later a long attack involving 5-6 Georgia players leads to the 8-3. Two minutes later a lame penalty kick brings it to 8-4. The game gets nasty now, with various fouls, including a late stupid tackle, which leads to a red card for Georgia. This doesn’t alter the final result, however.

Georgia Revolution is a classic small US soccer club, with a men and women team, centered around a soccer academy. It has some fans, though many seem related to players (including youth). Still, for a club founded in 2010, it looks to be developing well.

Palmetto FC – Northern Virginia Royals (15-07-2012)

 

The season of the Premier Development League (PDL) is extremely short, roughly the two-and-half months that universities are on break. So, although I had just moved to Georgia three days earlier, I had to drive to South Carolina to see at least one last game of the season. On the agenda was Palmetto FC in Greenwood, SC, a completely new team, founded in 2011, which tries to attract an audience from around South Carolina, the Palmetto state.

After driving around the campus of Lander University for about 10 minutes, we finally find out that the university’s sports complex, Jeff May Complex, is off campus. It is a beautiful new multi-sports complex with a baseball field and a soccer pitch, where during the regular season is home to Lander University’s soccer team (its coach also coaches Palmetto FC, but most players are from other universities in the Southeast).

We pay $7 for a beautiful big ticket and join the ca. 100 local people on the one bleacher. Most fans seem linked to the university or the players; few seem real soccer fans. The game is 20 minutes old and the Bantams, the home team, is already 1-0 up. It is extremely hot this afternoon, ca. 100 F (38 C) and humid, but they have to play this early as the visitors have to get back to North Virginia after the game.

Despite the excruciating heat, the players are quite mobile in the first half. In the 25^th minute Palmetto volleys the ball from 16 meters at the post. Roughly five minutes later the Royals have a nice attach which ends up well over. 

Overall the passing is quite decent, but very slow; the quality of play overall is mediocre. However, the incredible heat and humidity make any movement hard; in fact, I’m sweating just sitting on the bleachers. Half-time: 1-0.

After adorable half-time entertainment, involving several tiny kids trying to score a goal without falling over, we are ready for the second half. I’m impressed by the audience, which has stayed despite the brutally hot sun and lack of breeze or shade. In the 52^nd minute a Palmetto attack goes wide and in the 59^th minute a foul in the box is given outside; the consequent free kick is easily saved by the goalie.

After a harmless free kick of the visitors, the Bantams extend their lead when everyone misses a cross: 2-0. Time for a well-deserved drink break. In the 73^rd minute a great long ball is beautifully finished: 3-0. Finally, in the last minutes of the game, Palmetto FC scores a fourth: 4-0 is also the final score.

Palmetto FC is a new team in a relatively small town, but with a good institutional link to Lander University, which has great facilities. There was a decent crowd and atmosphere. Definitely something to build upon in the next season!

Nashville Metros-West Virginia Chaos (05-07-2012)

The Nashville Metros have been on my radar for some time, so when my friend JC visited me, and asked me whether we could see a game, I was very happy to take him back to his old city to see, what I later found out, ‘the longest continuously operating outdoor soccer club in the United States.” Whether this is true or not doesn’t matter much to me. Founded in 1989 the Nashville Metros are definitely one of the oldest teams I have seen in the US.

The Metros play their games at E.S. Rose Park, where the football and soccer teams of Belcount University normally play. The ‘stadium’ consists of one small bleacher, covering only part of one long side, and is situated on a hill, partly overseeing the city of Nashville. As we arrive, minutes before kick-off, high school students are running track around the pitch, and only stop when the national anthem starts (played through one of the worst stereo systems ever).

Tonight’s game is against the West Virginia Chaos, which didn’t bring any fans (to be fair, it is an approximately 400 miles/650 km drive). Despite the fact that the game is free, there are at best 100 people on this sweltering hot summer evening. Initially the people are mainly white middle class, including some of the players’ wives/girlfriends, but later various black and Hispanic supporters join – the latter seem largely related to the many Hispanic players of the home team.

The game is played on Astroturf, which is quite normal in the Premier Development League (PDL). In the 3^rd minute the Metros play a great through ball, but the striker freezes and passes the ball from roughly 7 meters softly in the hands of the goalie. Two minutes later a good attack of the visitors is saved well by the Metros goalie.

After some 20 minutes of play the wind starts to pick up, and it looks like we will be hit with torrential rains. Surprisingly, that doesn’t happen, but the extreme wind makes playing soccer very difficult; particularly for these players, with rather modest skills. The Chaos can't get the ball out of its own half, while the Metros cannot pass it accurately with the wind. The most exciting thing is the call for “ball managers,” as they have no ball boys around the pitch. With the exception of two good counter attacks of the visitors, there is little to report about the rest of the first half: 0-0 at half time.

The second half is roughly like the last part of the first, even though it has cooled down significantly and the wind is no longer so disruptive. The level of play get poorer and poorer, as the Chaos sits further back and the Metros see most of their attacks end in useless dribbles. In the 53^rd minute a good attack of the Metros is shot just wide, while five minutes later the visitors go alone at goal and slowly shoot over the goal.

Like the rest of the people, we also start to increasingly focus on our own conversation, as the level of play drops further and further. Both teams create some decent chances, in part because there no longer is a midfield and both defenses are weak, but no one is able to pull the trigger.

The last fifteen minutes are dominated by the Metros, who see a great attack over right be missed by two consecutive strikers, a wrong pass tipped over by the goalie, and a good attack saved by the goalie because of a bad first touch. The Chaos get only one really big chance, in the 82^nd minute, when a player goes alone in the box and shoots cool and collected straight at the goalie. Final score: 0-0.

The Nashville Metros reminded me in many ways of the Cleveland Internationals: they exist for many years, still play at the stadium of a local university, in front of few real fans, and without (the infrastructure and appeal to) charging an entrance fee. The Internationals folded in 2010, and I really hope the Metros can do better. At the game they sold some replica shirts of their new (purple) jerseys, among others to JC, but to become a serious team, even in the PDL, they will have to do much better.