Geniaalne!!! - not my words but those of IndrekL from Soccernet.ee about this blog (it means genuis apparently).
November 20, 2008
Deutschland, Deutschland wo für heraus Deutschland
Well what can you say about an away trip to your greatest rivals in one of the best cities in the world, where you come away with a win after fielding your almost second string team? Quite alot actually, so here goes, without the need to rely on cheap Top Gun (or The Mobiles for those who remember their one hit wonder in 1982) song titles. This was always going to be the pinnacle of England’s away trips for the past few years - well certainly since Amsterdam in 2006. I am not going to dwell on the history of games between these two great foes, but I think there was enough in the payback bank from Wordl Cup 1990, Euro Championship 1996 and of course Munich in Septmber 2001 to ensure that this was more than just a friendly.
As soon as the game was announced, and the venue confirmed as Berlin the anticipation from the fans was immense. The German FA allocated nearly 8,000 tickets for England Fans and most were snapped up well in advance, ensuring that the atmosphere was going to be tip top. But it wasn’t all about the mouthwatering game. Berlin itself was a great result as a venue. The new capital of Germany is one of the youngest in the World (prior to the wall coming down in 1989 the capital of West Germany was Bonn), as well as one of the most hedonistic. Meaning that whatever the visitor is looking forward, he (or she) will find it somewhere in the city. One only has to mention the words Kit Kat Club to many visitors to draw a knowing smile (go on you know you want to Google it now - just wait until the children and your boss is out of the room though).
There are a number of great things about Berlin including:-
- There is no real centre to the city which means that crowds are dispursed and never too busy
- There is history galore, and most of it is free to see
- There is of course German beer and sausages
- It’s full of German women who are not backward at coming forward
But there are a number of bad things too:-
- There is no real centre to the city which means that attractions are in places quite afar apart
- There is a lot of “sensitive” history that does attract the wrong type of visitors
- Too much beer and sausage makes you very poorly
- It’s full of German women who are sometimes too forward
So a bit of a balanced scorecard really, although most people who visit the city vow to come back time and time again. I had been on three occasions before and captured its forever changing face. In 2000 I surprised CMF with a birthday day trip to the city and we wandered around Europe’s largest every building site that today is the impressive Potsdamer Platz development. Three years later I was back to see a game at the Olympiastadium which at the time was in the midst of its huge upgrade in time for the World Cup finals in 2006, and finally I was here on a day trip with Football Jo so that she could stock up on some dody DVD’s. I had a good idea of the bits to see and the bits to avoid and this would come in useful later in the day.
As the days counted down before the game, more and more of the first choice players pulled out. The Manchester United trio of Ferdinand, Rooney and Wes Brown were already declared injured before the squad was announced but it came as no shock when firstly Steven Gerrard and Frank Lampard pulled out of the squad after playing a full match for their clubs a few hours before. Unsurprisingly there was no place for Robert Green, despite him putting in a fantastic performance at home to Portsmouth in front of Capello. Instead he went with the 38 year old David James, Scott Carson who hadn’t played since the Croatia home game twelve months previously where he had a nightmare, and finally Manchester City’s Joe Hart, who had been between the sticks for the previous few games in which Man City had performed so badly. Hart was ruled out after City’s game at Hull on the Sunday, but instead of Green he called up Paul Robinson who must have thought, along with 99% of Blackburn Rovers fans that his international career was over. With no place still for Michael Owen there was alot of specutation as who would start up front from the quartet of Defoe, Crouch, Bent and Agbonlahor, whilst the central midfield pairing of Gareth Barry and Michael Carrick would start for the first time together.
I had managed to snare my flights on a rumour, twenty four hours before the fixture was officially announced. So I wsa flying on at 7am on the day of the game direct to Berlin Tegel, returning twenty four hours later. Dagenham Dan and Shents Bull were flying out with me and I managed to arrange a lift to Heathrow with Dan, although the pick up from Embankment at 4.30am did mean another night where I got to say hello to the milkman as I left the house. This was going to be my first visit to Terminal 5, and first impressions were very positive and you can see how it took so long to build, although they could have improved the painfully slow security process surely.
The airport had a heavy police presence since this was a game that was going to be too tempting for a number of the ”old faces”. In general the police that you find at the airports are very personable and will try and have a joke with you - especially in Dan’s case when he was recognised straight away for his heinous crime of being a Dagenham and Redbridge fan. We passed through the terminal after security very quickly, including a full english pit stop. We had turned down a Wagamama’s Full English early on, not exactly relishing the tought of sausage, bacon and wasabi, as well as Gordon Ramsey’s Plane Food offering that at £20 was a tad overpriced, and settled for the Express Full with a guarentee of fifteen minutes.
Fast forward ninety minutes and we were exiting the tiny terminal at Berlin’s Tegel airport and boarding a bus that would take us down to the city centre. Tegel is so small that you can walk from curbside when you exit your taxi to jetty which connects the plane in less than thirty steps. This means that the airport can get incredibly congested and it still retains the Eastern European feel today, although there are now firm plans to demolish the airport in 2012 when the new Berlin Brandenburg airport opens in the south east corner of the city. The bus deposited us outside Zoo Station (made famous by U2 in 1991 as the title of their opening track of the Achtung Baby album) and we headed around the corner so the boys could drop their bags off, and we then started on some sightseeing. I took them on a circular route from Potsdamer Platz along the wall route to the Brandenburg Gate and down to Checkpoint Charlie. We had also picked up a few more visitors on the way including Young Joe, who when he discovered I wrote a blog insisted that I refer to him as Gypsy Joe. I cannot possibly comment on why he liked to be called this, although we did lose him a couple of times as we passed building sites that needed a driveway completed.
After a brief souvenir stall stop at Checkpoint Charlie (where we filled up our passports with genuine East German and Soviet border stamps) we went for lunch at one of my favourate spots in the city - the Play Off Bar and Diner which is located in the Arkadan shopping centre at Potsdamer Platz. Now what is so special about an American diner in a shopping centre you may ask? Well I have been a regular visitor over the years for four main factors. Firstly they are one of the only bars in the city that served Schwarzbier, or “black beer” which is addictive once you have tried it once; secondly they serve huge portions of bascially every type of meat known to man; thirdly it has TV’s dotted around the location showing sport from all over the world, and finally because of the waitresses. We are not talking in the Hooters league here, but they are above average for German women. OUr particular waitress, Steffi, took a shine to Dan and myself straight away and flirted like mad, and kept “squeezing” past us to get to other tables, taking the opportunity for a quick feel as she passed. She was certainly not backward in coming forward and I think things could have got a bit messy if we had stayed for a few more Schwarzbiers in more ways than one.
Berlin was gearing up for its annual Christmas market, with many of the stalls being set up around Potsdamer Platz. Most were not yet open but some of the sweet stalls were, including the infamous “let’s dip all of the fruit we can find in chocolate and put it on a stick” stall. One of the stands was a Milka stand, selling a variety of purple cow products. Being brave after my Black Beers I went up to the pretty maidens behind the desk with Shents and asked “Do you know where anywhere sells chocolate”. In a response that brought me straight down to earth I had one of those moments where you wish you were somewhere else.
“Are you English people so stupid you cannot see? We sell chocolate here - now do you want some or are you going to sod off?” In one of the biggest climb downs known to man, and with my support crew now in hiding around the corner I handed over my €2 for a bar of Milka with chilli beans in. I could have at least got something I liked! In preparation for the change in temperature that was due to kick in at the weekend, the local authorities had installed a real snow slope where for €1.50 you could speed down in a tyre. Only Gypsy Joe and Shents were brave enough to venture down the slope, and their girly screams were enough to have the rest of us heading into the U-Bahn in fits of laughter.
We headed off back to Zoo after the alpine experience as the boys were fascinated by the Erotik superstore and museum that is located across the road from the station. It was here in April 2006 that I nearly walked into a scene from a porno - although not the kind that either CMF or myself would want to watch. I was there with Football Jo as I have already mentioned and she wanted to try and “out porn” her brother so she wanted to look in the “special” section of DVD’s. Now coming from the most liberal country in Europe where hardcore porn is shown regularly on state TV before the watershed and they have monthly magazines such as Golden Shower Monthly and Bukkake Bonanza, the special section really caters for a minority of the market, and Jo was in her element. I was desperate for the bathroom and noticed a Gents in the corner so I headed in that direction. As I was about to push the door open, three young men with leather pants and very tight t-shirts emerged, swiftly followed by a middle age suited man who looked a little bit flustered. On seeing the potential for a new “trick” they smiled at me and I headed back to the same arms of of Stacheldrat und Vanillepudding section (use Babel fish if you want to know!) where Jo was, much to her amusement.
After a thirty minute giggle we felt the need for some more culture and so we headed east to Alexanderplatz, which was the centre of the East German universe. Slap bang in the middle of the square is the Fernsehturm, built in the late 1960’s and one of the tallest freestanding structures in Europe at 368metres. The viewing platform at 204metre is a great place to get a view of the whole city and Shents and I were the only two brave enough the 30metres a second lift and the magnificent panoramic views. So we did what all English football fans would do in this situation - we headed for the bar and had a beer. Time was getting on, and we headed off down Under den Linden for a final bit of culture before heading off to the stadium.
Oh what it’s like to follow England abroad. The train was packed with fans from both countries. The Germans being quite drinking their litre bottles of beer, and the English full of toneless songs which started off fine such as “God save our Queen”, “Rule Britannia” and then progressed onto “Ten German Bombers” and other great songs taken from the Xenophobics greatest hits cd. We pulled into the station next to the stadium and within a few minutes we had passed through the various security cordons, been given our free programmes and stocked up on warming food and drink as the temperature started to fall.
So what more can I say about the stadium? It is truly magificent and history seems to seep from every brick. During the 1990’s the stadium was taken apart block by block, completely cleaned and replaced. A huge roof was put in place as well and the stadium was ready to host the World Cup Final in 2006. England had been given the upper and lower tiers either side of the Olympic torch platform, and the view of the action from my seat in the upper tier was very impressive. The teams emerged to a “raise the flag” that Mr Perryman would have been proud of, although we couldn’t actually see what the message was. Christians entering the Coliseum perhaps? Well ninety minutes would decide whether we would exit battered and bruised or carried on the shields of the vanished.
Germany 1 England 2 - The Olympiastadion Berlin - Wednesday 19th November 2008
The major surprise in the team was the inclusion of Agbonlahor up front and in the early exchanges it was England who played the ball around with confidence. Whilst Germany made some interesting selections, including Rene Adler in goal for just the 2nd occasion and Hoffenheim full back Compper making his debut. However, they started with Miroslav Klose and Mario Gomez up front who had scored fifty goals at this level between them.
The first chance fell to Defoe in the second minute when he blasted wide, setting the tone for the half as England expolited the wide pitch. The opening goal came after twenty four minutes when Adler dropped a corner and Upson prodded the ball home for his first International goal. Everything seemed to be going England’s way as Carrick and Barry stopped any threat from the young German team, although it is impossible to know what would happen if Michael Ballack was in the middle of the park.
Towards the end of the first half there was a flair up in the German flags section closest to the England fans where it appeared a group of away fans had bought tickets on the black market, and the locals objected to them joining in with the theme to the Dambusters. A stand off occured for a few minutes before some beer was thrown and all hell broke lose for twenty seconds before the English bid a hasty retreat into the amrs of the German riot police and a nice banning order.
Capello brought on Scott Carson at half time, his first cap since his disasterous appearance at Wembley in the win or bust game versus Croatia almost a year to the day. He had little to do until the sixty third minute when a huge punt upfield by the substitute German keeper Wiese cleared Upson and John Terry appeared to have the ball under control and awaited Carson’s advance to collect. Both of them took their eye of the ball in all senses and allowed Helmes to nip in and push the ball past the goalkeeper and giving the Germans an undeserved equaliser. In the past the England fans would have reacted by booing Carson, but this is not Wembley with its plastic fans. Sure there was some ironic cheers the next time he handled the ball, but that was it. Terry must also take some of the blame as he had taken his eye off the German player but he responded with the type of performance a captain should put in, and with just seven minutes left he rose to head in a Downing free kick to win the game for the English.
So full marks again to Capello who had won the tactical battle against Low, and was earning more respect by the day for his team selection and tactics. We headed off out of the stadium towards the station and were impressed by the way the Germans had segregated the fans, pushing the Germans to the far end of the station platforms and boarding them alternatively, so that there was no trains full of mixed fans. Good idea in theory but in practice it failed. The stream of trains soon slowed to a trickle and we were sent from platform to platform and no one seemed aware what was going on. A train had been sitting on the platform for ten minutes when all of a sudden the doors on one carriage were pushed open and a fight broke out on the platform. Riot police arrived within seconds although they were took slow to work out who were the perpertraitors as they merged back into the crowd, setting all of us on edge as they could come and simply take us as token arrests.
Eventually we got back into the city centre and headed to the boys hotel for a couple of beers. I was screwed either way as I had to be up at 4am for my flight back, so 3 hours sleep is just as good as 2 so why not enjoy a drink.
So wind forward five hours and I am sitting in the departure lounge of Tegel airport. To my left is Alan Smith, the ex Arsenal and now well known TV pundit, and to my right is Teddy Sheringham with his latest companion. And straight ahead sat the wettest, whingiest pathetic England fan I had ever seen. He had decided not to go to the game after seeing a fight in a bar in the city centre, and watched it in his hotel room. He tried to argue his case as to why his moisturiser should not be confiscated because “it was expensive” and “it was unfair on him”. People like that make me so mad, so what odds that on a plane seating 150 guess who I am sat next to??? Fortunately God shined his light on me as he was actually due to sit in 18B and not 14F as he was next to me.
So a crazy 24 hours in Berlin was just what the doctor ordered as a break from work. We had certainly seen the best of Germany, and some of the worst although the fans were notably absent from most of the bars after the game - “Germans, Germans where for out thou’ Germans”
- Selling it to the German public
- A gap in the Wall
- A bit moody
- The Berliner Dom
- Not a bad view
- The England fans end
- Impressive building work
- The floating roof
- Welcome to the Olympiastadion
- Pretty damn impressive at night
- They don't know what's coming!
- Time for the anthems
The Stadium - Olympiastadion (Olympischer Platz 3, Berlin 14053) - 74,550 All Seater
The stadium itself appears almost monumental from the outside - a perfect elliptical structure of finest German limestone. In fact some of the original inspiration of the design was taken from Rome’s Coliseum. The original architect, Werner March designed the stadium, with clear input from both Adolf Hitler, and his chief architect Albert Speer. It was meant to be a showpiece arena, where Hitler could show the world the power of the German state, both in terms of athletics and in edifices during the 1936 games.
After the Berlin wall fell in 1989, and unification gathered pace, the stadium was granted funds to begin to update its facilities. The host club, Hertha Berlin, were invited to join the inaugural German Bundesliga, and redevelopment was necessary to bring the standard of the ground up to those in the west. However, funds were not available to add probably the most important thing for a spectator - a roof. Berlin is not known for its warm barmy winter’s evenings, and so their loyal fans had to endure the elements whilst watching their team. In 1998 a decision was taken to begin the complete modernisation of the stadium by the local state government. The work, which took over four years to complete, saw the whole of the inside of the stadium demolished and replaced, piece by piece as well as the much needed roof being added. All of this construction took place with events continuing to take place in the stadium, albeit with a reduced capacity. The redevelopment work included the removal of every limestone block to be cleaned, and then replaced - a job akin to completing a huge jigsaw puzzle.
The reconstructed stadium was finally finished in time for Hertha’s first game of the 2004/05 season with VfL Bochum and underlined the venue as one of the most modern stadiums in the world, and a venue fit for the World Cup Final in 2006. The stadium also hosted matches five other matches, including the quarter final penalties victory for Germany over Argentina
How to get a ticket for the Olympiastadion
Tickets for any event that is being played at the stadium can be booked in advanced via the website http://www.olympiastadion-berlin.de. This includes concerts, American Football as well as Hertha matches. Hertha also have their own ticket website at http://www.hertha.de. Last season the average attendance at the stadium was only 47,000, meaning that for the majority of matches tickets were available on the day of the game. Tickets range in price from €13 Euros behind the goal to €45 for one of the best seats in the house in the Sud Tribune. The hardcore Hertha fans are found in the East Curve.
How to get to the Olympiastadion
The easiest way to reach the stadium is by either U-Bahn on line U2, or by S-Bahn on lines S5/S75. Both of these stations are called Olympiastadion, although they are geographically separate. The U-Bahn station is located to the east of the stadium on Rominter Allee - which will bring fans out onto the huge Olympischer Platz and the view of the famous Olympic towers. A journey from Zoo Station in the west of Berlin is 8 stops and will take around 15 minutes. From the east of the city, you can jump on the U-Bahn line at either Alexanderplatz or Potsdamer Platz - allow 35 from the former and 25 from the latter.
The S-Bahn station is located to the south of the stadium, and is around 200 yards from the Sudtor entrance. Trains run from Zoo Station, Alexanderplatz and the newly constructed Hauptbahnhof. The journey time from Zoo should be around 10 minutes.
Finally, you can get a taxi to the stadium. Normally they will drop you off at the end of the Olympischer Platz close to the Osttor. A journey from Potsdamer Platz will take around 20 minutes and cost €20, from Zoo around 15 minutes and €17. Taxi’s can be hailed in the street, found around most big hotels or by ringing 0800 2222255.
November 17, 2008
Is it Nice or is it Nice?
Winter in England means the realisation that West Ham aren’t going to challenge for any honours as normally by the time the yellow ball comes out on the 1st November they are out of the Carling Cup and have already given up the hope of a European spot. So I need to look further afield for my excitement, to foreign leagues where I could swap my allegences at the drop of a hat depending on who plays the best football, or who wears the best kit! With temperatures dropping swifter than MS Katona’s morals, and West Ham going on another long winless streak I needed some overseas action.
I needed to arrange a trip down to our French office to give them an update on affairs from London SE1, and with temperatures reaching boiling point back in the office in London a trip down to Nice was long overdue and would be the perfect tonic. As luck would have it I managed to pick a weekend where I could combine a decent bit of work, a new ground and of course some winter sunshine.
The Cote d’Azur is one of the most beautiful areas of Europe when the sun is shining, and shine it does for most of the year. It is hard to believe it is so close in terms of flying time to London, and on a clear late Autumn day the views from the airplane on the 90 minute flight were spectacular with the Alps already dusted with a good covering of snow and the almost turquoise waters of the Med sparkling in the sunshine as we came down to land.
Bird strike. Not a word you hear every day but apparently it is a very worrying thing for airplanes, and of course pilots. Now airplane engines can cope with a bird or two being sucked into the engine now and again, but it is still heard of that airports need to be shut due to a migration of birds that could prove a danger to planes. As we skimmed the surface of the sea on our approach into Nice we disturbed a group (is it a flock if they are not flying?) of birds who were sunbathing on the small beach at the end of the runway, and we sent them skywards. Unfortunately one did appear to be a bit slow on the ground and met his maker in a flurry of feathers, yet the plane continued without a care in the world, touching down without a bump. So what exactly is bird strike? Had I just been witness to it? Should I report the incident to the CAA?
Without further incident I battered my way past the old English people who were demanding their trolley carts to transport them a hundred yards to the passport control. Does flying have this magical effect to reduce their ability to walk or are they just being awkward? Either way they are a pain in the arse and whilst I am on the subject why should they push in in front of everyone else in the passport queue? Being lazy is not a disability, nor is being fat if we are on the subject!
My plan was to catch a bus up to a small village called La Colle de la Loup, some 10 miles outside Nice where I was staying in an old monestary so I could shed my baggage. Problem number one was that the bus stop had no timetable so I had no idea whether I was going to wait 2 minutes or an hour, knowing that it would be a Sunday service. With the sun beating down straight into my eyes it also meant I could not keep looking in the direction where the bus would be coming from. Fortunately it was only a short wait, and for my €1 I boarded and tried to work out where I needed to alight. I cannot imagine life without Google Maps on my phone ever again, as it came to the rescue, plotting my journey and showing exactly where my hotel was.
The village of La Colle de la Loup is a stunning village high in the hills above the city, with narrow cobbled streets lined with tall medieval buildings. It is not really on the tourist trail and so I got a few “Nowt here for you” stares as I wandered the lanes to the hotel. The L’Abbaye was certainly impressive, being transformed from a 15th century monestry into a trendy boutique style hotel and very good restaurant. However, I was on a mission so within 30 minutes I was back on the bus heading into Nice.
I had been to Nice a couple of times before, and its wide palm tree lined boulevards reminded me of Miami (not that I have ever been to Miami but I did use to watch Miami Vice regularly). I wandered along the promenande and took the opportunity to pop down onto the beach and read my book for half an hour. Temperatures were topping the Twenty three degrees mark, some fifteen degrees hotter than London. I rang CMF to gloat and she answered in hushed tones that she was actually in church (a brownie thing and not through choice). I took the opportunity to embarrass her more my giving her a task for the day - to compile a list of places and scenarios where she wanted to commit sin. I could imagine her going bright red not only with embarrassment of the service being interrupted by the phone, but by her task at hand. Never one to disappoint I was sure she would spend the rest of the religious hour deep on thought.
I headed off for lunch in the Old Town, taking in a few of the sites along the way. I was determined to have a big steak and some beer, and eventually found a decent restaurant opposite the cathedral. The Maitre D’e took my order and questioned whether I really wanted a “large beer”. “But monsieur it is a litre”. “Oui j’comprenez” I answered in my best French “Je suis Anglais”…”D’accord” was the knowing reply and the litre of beer, which cost the same amount as my meal duly arrived.
After my lunch I wandered the back streets for an hour and noticed the amount of youngsters that seemed to be simply sitting around. It was also noticable that they had absolutely no respect for social behaviour. During the course of the afternoon I saw them throw litter, shout and scream at each other, play loud music on public transport and generally be a nuisance to all around. It is no wonder we read on a regular basis about issues riots involving students in France as it appears that no one has the balls to stand up to them.
My main focus of the afternoon though was to watch the football. French football has been dominated for nearly a decade by one team - Olympique Lyonnais. Title challengers come and go on a regular basis, running them close for a few weeks before disappearing back into mid table. Some of the clubs such as Marseille and Paris Saint Germain in theory have the infrastructure in place to compete off the pitch, with impressive commercial operations but they simply cannot attract the players that Lyon can. Every so often a surprise team will make a play. A few seasons ago Monaco came close to the title, finishing in second place but managed to put together an impressive run in the Champions League the following season in reaching the final of the richest club game in the world, losing to Mourhinio’s Porto. Two seasons ago Toulouse surprised everyone in finishing runners up before dropping back into the pack, and last season Laurent Blanc’s Bordeaux did enough to finish in second place and appeared to have carried on their form into the Champions League this season.
So after a third of the season it came as no surprise to see Lyon on top of the league again, but close behind them came a few surprise packages. Rennes had returned to the top flight in recent years but had always been seen as a mid table team at best. Le Mans had been promoted last year but also had found life easier than most, and then you had OSC Nice. The club were one of the strongest teams in France during the 1950’s, winning the championship in 1951, 1952, 1956 and 1959 in a legendary period for the club that also saw two French Cup victories. Since the last championship in 1959 they have only won one more honour - the 1997 French Cup.
Coming into their home game with Nantes in mid November the team could hit the lofty heights of third place in the Ligue, their highest position for nearly five years. Nantes had only just returned to the top league after a season in hell, and hadn’t yet managed to fire on all seasons despite some expensive pre-season signings including ex-Werder Bremen striker Ivan Klasnic.
The Stade de Ray is located in the north of the city, and has its own stop on the new tramway some 15 minutes from the old town. It is very basic with temporary seating surrounds the pitch on three sides, and provides no more than an adequate viewing experience. It does have the advantage of being located close to the city centre - although plans have been drawn up for a new stadium in the Lindostiere region of the city, although recent corruption scandals in the past few seasons have caused these plans to be put on hold. The hardcore Nice fans are located in the narrow Tribune behind the south end and generate a real atmosphere despite the open conditions. Away fans, and French football doesn’t have many, are located along the side of the pitch in the north east section. Facilities are very basic and not what you would expect from such a high profile and glamorous city as Nice.
OSC Nice 2 Nantes 1 - Sunday 16th November 2008 5pm - Stade de Ray
After negotiating my way into the Press Tribune I sat high up in the main stand which at least offered me some cover if the rain did start to fall. The view with the purple sky in the background was certainly impressive, and took my eyes off the game for the first few minutes which wasn’t hard as it wasn’t high on quality.
Nantes drew first blood in the 8th minute when N’daw powered home a free kick from twenty five yards with a shot that barely rose above the ground all of the way but gave the Nice keeper no chance at all. The goal spurred on Nice who flew into every tackle and chased every lost ball. Some of the challenges left a lot to be desired yet the two Nantes players who were booked in the next few minutes were for complaining about the treatment being metered out on them. Sometimes there is no justice in life and a few minutes later when the away team decided to fight fire with fire the referee gave a free kick out on the right hand side. The free kick was expertly delivered for Nice’s African striker Bamogo to head home unhindered. The Nice fans in the south stand went wild. Their support throughout the whole game was magnificent but when the goal went in it was like being transported back to Upton Park in the 1970’s with a huge surge on the terrace only being stopped by the perimeter fences.
It was only at this point did I notice the fences. They surrounded all four stands, some of which were higher than others but they were still surrounding the ground, hampering the view of the fans in the lower tiers and giving the impression that no one can be trusted. I cannot remember when stadiums in the UK had fences although it was only just over twenty years ago that they were taken down. It has certainly led to a much changed atmosphere in the stadiums in the UK, and whilst many will argue that all seater stadiums have killed the atmosphere, I would not go back to the cage like stadiums that are seen in some of Europe today which label the fans as animals before a ball has been kicked.
You could see why Lyon had dominated the game for so long. Whilst both Nice and Nantes were going all out for the win with the game poised at 1-1 the technical ability was lacking. Passes went astray, players ran into other players and there was a general ignorance of the offside law. I saw an opportunity for my beloved Hammers to make a success of their season by asking for a transfer to the French Ligue 1.
Chances were thin on the ground and the home fans took to winding up the Nantes goalkeeper by throwing firecrackers at him every time he took a goal keeper. The third time it happened he stopped and threw his arms up in disgust that neither the officials nor the stewards seem to be interested in stopping it. The referee however did give him a yellow card for time wasting and warned him not to re-offend, much to the home fans delight!
Not to be outdone the handful of Nantes fans that were positioned on the Tribune decided to strip off and wave their shirts around. Now whilst the temperatures had peaked at a very nice 23 degrees earlier in the day, they were now decidedly chilly. Their humour only lasted a few more minutes when a ball was played over the heads of their defenders and the impressive Mouloungui held his nerve to finish from just inside the penalty area to secure the points for Nice and take them to third place in the table.
I headed out of the press tribune when the 4th official put up the board, and managed to squeeze on a tram that took me back to the bus station. If Nice can be compared to a Miss World contestant then the bus station is the ugly veruca on the winners foot. Why do stations have to attract the scum of the earth? I only had a fifteen minute wait but in that time it seemed the whole of the dregs of society had come out to play like some strange warped Gaelic version of Thirty Days of Night.
Still once on board my bus I was back into the countryside within an hour and wandering through the haunting village of La Colle de al Loup, with its silence medieval archways and stonewalls on my way to the L’Abbeya and my “cell of monks”….A prayer before bedtime maybe, although I had little to confess, unlike CMF with her list of sin!
- Nice v Nantes
- The Cote d'Azur Hills
- Nantes take an early lead
- The more sedate home fans
- 1-1 and the fans celebrate
- 2-1 to Nice
- The Nantes fans think they are on Tyneside
- The lively home fans
- Holding on for a home win
About the Stade de Ray - Capacity 18,500
The stadium is very basic - temporary seating surrounds the pitch on three sides, and provide a more than adequate viewing experience. It does have the advantage of being located close to the city centre - although plans have been drawn up for a new stadium in the Lindostiere region of the city, although recent corruption scandals in the past few seasons have caused these plans to be put on hold.
In terms of a viewing experience, avoid the stands behind the goal which do not offer particularly good views due to the presence of the fencing. The hardcore Nice fans are located in the narrow Tribune behind the south end and generate a real atmosphere despite the open conditions. Away fans, and French football doesn’t have many, are located along the side of the pitch in the north east section. Facilities are very basic and not what you would expect from such a high profile and glamorous city as Nice.
Getting a ticket
With average attendances struggling to break the 11,000 mark, tickets are easy to get hold of on the day of the game. The cheapest tickets in the stadium are in the temporary open air stands behind the goals which cost €8. A seat in the only covered area of the stadium will cost €30 to €40 depending on the opponents. Tickets can be purchased in advance by phoning the club on +39 8 92 70 21 06 or by email on billetterie@ognice.com. Tickets can also be purchased from the club shop in Rue Lepante in the city centre. The club’s online ticket shop is run by Digitix and allows you not only to pay via paypal but also allows you to print your tickets off from home.
How to get there ?
The Stadium is located to the north of the Vieux port and within a 15 minute walk of the main station. Exit the station onto Avenue Thiers and turn left. At the junction with Avenue Malausséna, turn left and head north. This will become Avenue Bomiglione after a few hundred yards, and in turn Avenue du Ray after another two hundred yards. The stadium is on your left hand side. Pubic transport options to the stadium are via the Bus Ligne d’Azure on lines number 1 and 18 which run from the centre of the old town. The new tramway has recently open and runs directly from the old town to a stop at Le Ray that is only a few minutes walk from the stadium. It is a 10 minute journey from the old town and tickets are either €1 for a single or €4 for a day long travel pass. Remember to validate your ticket in the machines on board.
























