Premier League (and Championship games) are a pain in the arse, getting in the way of these International breaks. Whoever came up with the idea of 6 consecutive days of top class football should be given a knighthood, or at least a gold card at The Harvester. The opportunity to visit a few new places, sample a few new beers and of course take in some new culture. Last month it was Lithuania and Latvia, both new ticks in the box for me. So where would I end up this time around? The options included Moldova (the poorest country by GDP in Europe and the main sport being wrestling), Luxembourg (currently being hammered by the G14 for their lax tax rules) and Cyprus (foam parties…mmmm). All relatively good choices but who could resist 20 pence beers, the world’s second biggest building and a table topping clash all washed down on an airmiles return flight and a free hotel room? Bucharest here I come.
The European Union’s six biggest city spreads its tentacles far and wide. The former Soviet Bloc influences are clear to see by just picking up a map. The areas of the city are divided into Sektors, reminding you immediately of 1984 or more recently The Hunger Games. Whilst the city sits near the top in terms of size in the European Union, according to the annual study carried out by Mercer International on the quality of life, Bucharest is in a lowly 107th place. I can tell I have already sold you on a visit haven’t I?
What better way to immerse myself in the city than to experience their national side play football? Who would have thought that this game would be a top of the table clash? In fact what odds would you have got of Northern Ireland qualifying for their first European Championships when the draw was made for France 2016? A positive result here in Bucharest result would keep them top of Group F, a group that few saw them progressing from when the draw was made earlier this year. Greece and Romania both have recent major tournament pedigree, whilst Hungary and Finland could always upset the odds. Northern Ireland’s only hope was to pick up points against the Faroe Islands if you believed some “experts”. Two months into qualifying and the Irish arrived in Bucharest top of the group with a 100% record thanks to wins in Hungary and Greece, as well as the predictable home win versus the Faroe Islands. Football is a predictable game right – I mean it wasn’t as if the bottom of the table Faroe Islanders were going to get a win in Greece was it?
The bus from the airport took me on a tour of the suburbs. Ikea, Homebase, car showrooms, McDonalds. You could be anywhere on earth. That’s what global commercialisation has given us. Finally I arrived at the InterContinental hotel, the tallest building in Romania no less, and temporary home to the Irish squad. A work colleague offered some vital advice before I left London, shouting it across the office in front of at least one of our Senior Executives. “Stu – don’t ring up from your hotel room for a prostitute. Not only is it illegal, but you may find 19 year old 42 inch chested Inga doesn’t arrive in school uniform at all but as a 55 year old matron whose breasts touch her knees. Just head up to the Club Lounge, they will come and find you.” Well that’s next year’s pay rise scuppered then.
The Europa Royale Hotel, a ten minute stroll down away in Piati Unirii, was the beating heart of the city centre. Bordered by the biggest shopping centre in the Bucharest, wide Soviet- inspired dead straight boulevards and the heaving nightlife of The Old Town, it was here that the Northern Ireland fans had set up camp. And they were in fine voice when I arrived. Free buses had been laid on to take the fans to the stadium although the riot police had a stern warning for the Irish fans. “No bottles on board” was the stern instruction from Bucharest’s top Robocop. “Singing is good. Drinking now is bad. You will want to pee-pee and we will not stop the bus.” Fair point.
We set off on a tour of the city centre with a police escort, meaning our bus driver had the opportunity to pretend to be Keanu Reeves in Speed and drive at 50mph, ignoring all road signals. As if the fans cared as they (well, OK, we) launched into verse. “Sweet Caroline”, “All you need is love” a David Healy inspired version of “Away in a Manger” and of course, “We aren’t Brazil, we’re Northern Ireland”.
The buses arrived at the relatively deserted stadium. It seemed that the locals weren’t exactly excited by the visit of the Irish. Last month there had been significant trouble both in the city centre and in the stadium when Hungary had been the visitors. For a brief while it looked as if this game may have had to be played behind closed doors as part of a UEFA sanction. Fortunately, with nearly a thousand Northern Ireland fans already booked up for Bucharest, UEFA saw sense and imposed a £25,000 fine and a partial stadium closure, though I’m not sure where, penalty on the Romanians.
Prior to 2011, Romania didn’t have a national stadium. The old 60,000 seater open air stadium located on the same site had been demolished in 2009, with games played at the Ghencea, home of Steaua Bucharest, where the two sides last met back in 2006. The new 55,000 all seater stadium was completed in 2011 and is certainly impressive, already hosting its first major game when the 2012 Europa League Final between Atletico Madrid and Athletic Bilbao was held here. The stadium will also host matches during the ridiculous Europe-wide 2020 European Championships.
The stadium is sat upon a large mound, like a castle, with Neo-Gothic arches around the outside and almost Santiago Calatrava-style interior ones (Spanish chap who loves straight lined, white columns and elegant curves in his building design, dummy). Without sounding too arty, it’s basically a beauty to behold, especially when lit up at night.
Our way was being blocked by two riot police, both young females who you would object to using their handcuffs on you. “If I am going to end the night being battered black and blue then can it please be by them two?” A very un-Irish sounding chap had starry eyes for our protectorate. He soon realised I was also from England when I chirped in my agreement. “You’re not one of them?” He said quietly, looking at the Irish fans behind us. “Please help us. We’ve been kidnapped. We only came to Bucharest for a cheap weekend away. We got caught up in the wrong crowd and then before we knew it we were on the buses. We don’t have tickets – heck we don’t even particularly like football.” Before I could answer, the girls had stepped aside and my fellow countrymen were swept along with the tide of green, never to be seen again.
The view inside the stadium was certainly impressive. The canopy roof, similar to the one in Frankfurt’s Commerzbank Arena which famous ripped under the weight of water ten years ago in the Confederations Cup Final between Brazil and Argentina, was closed although it hadn’t done anything to make the stadium any warmer. In fact it was bloody freezing.
The Romanians, despite sitting behind the Irish coming into the game, were firm favourites. Whilst today’s team doesn’t have the same world-class players as they’ve had in the past, they are still a dangerous side and should be odds on to qualify for the 2016 tournament.
For one brief moment in time back in 2004, Romanian football was catapulted into the global stage thanks to the performance of the side at the World Cup in America. The team arrived with little few people giving them a chance in a group featuring the highly fancied Colombians, Switzerland and the host nation. In their opening gave, they blew apart the South Americans with goals from a blonde-haired centre-forward, Florin Răducioiu and a diminutive creative midfielder in the mould of Diego Maradona, Gheorghe Hagi. Whilst the wheels came off the bus in their next match, a solitary goal by dashing full-back Dan Petrescu against the USA saw them reach the next round and a game that changed Romanian football forever.
The new generation of Romanian players came at a time when domestic football was going through a massive change, off the back of the social and political changes in the country. Steaua, traditionally the side of the Romanian Army and Dinamo, the “Interior Ministry’s side, are the most successful teams in Romania and up until the fall of Ceausescu, had won nine consecutive titles plus Steaua became the first Romanian side to win the European Cup in 1986, beating Barcelona and were runners up to AC Milan three years later.
That golden generation went on to impress in two of the next three major tournaments with the next generation of players being given a chance. Adrian Mutu, Cosmin Contra and Cristian Chivu all enjoyed success overseas whilst performing for the national side. But success has been thin on the ground in recent years. Coach Anghel Iordănescu is in the role for the third time, hoping to recreate the magic that he cast during the Golden Age of Romanian football in the mid-1990s.
Romania 2 Northern Ireland 0 – Arena National – Friday 14th November 2014
“We are top of the league, I say we are top of the league” National anthems done and dusted and for a few brief seconds the Irish fans have a chance to make their presence known. Their chorus lasts but 10 seconds before the Romanians burst into song, amplified tenfold by the closed roof. With the stadium just over half full it’s deafening. I cannot imagine what it’s like when full. Northern Ireland line up 4-5-1, with Kyle Lafferty deployed as the nuisance up front. Out of the 22 players starting the game just one, Fleetwood Town’s Connor McLaughlin sports black boots. Playing opposite to him is the Romanian captain and West Ham flop, Răzvan Rat.
It took 16 minutes for the Irish to venture into the Romanian penalty area when Chris Brunt fired narrowly wide. It was going to be a long evening for them, firmly under the cosh. Romania nearly took the lead two minutes later when the lively Chipciu hit the underside of the bar from close range. Chipciu wasn’t having the best of nights, following up this miss by falling over in the six yard box with the goal at his mercy after a brilliant run by Sanmartean. Northern Ireland finished the half with Lafferty nearly getting the reward for his tireless running and physical treatment from the Romanian centre-backs when he broke free and forced the keeper into. Smart save at his near post.
With three quarters of the game gone the score was still goal less. The strength of the Northern Ireland team is their work rate, spirit and discipline. Everyone knows their position and what is expected of them. No stars but sheer talent. With tensions boiling over in the South stand, the riot police were brought into action to quell a disagreement between the Ultras (‘cos that’s what their flag said) and the surrounding fans. It appeared from the reaction of some fans that tear gas was used which was a real shame as just a few yards away, Romania finally found a way past Roy Carroll, when Paul Papp smashed the ball into the roof of the net after McAuley had failed to clear.
With their tails up, one became two soon after when full-back Papp scored again, heading home at the far post after a long cross from Sanmartean. There was no way back now for the Irish. Time to sing until the final whistle instead.
The performance had been spirited, and whilst many Irish fans may look at the two first half chances from Brunt and Lafferty, they had been beaten by the better side. The inevitable lock-in after the game saw the riot police happy to pose pictures with the away fans and join in the odd song or two. Thirty minutes after the game finished I was back on the bar at the hotel, finally thawing out, and ready to bat away the advances of the professional ladies of the night. Around 1am the Irish squad arrived back, tired but proud of their performance. There was no shame in defeat tonight.
Saturday morning dawned. From my balcony the grey cloud blended in with the grey buildings. Time to see the city in daylight. I had made a plan to maximise my last few hours in the city which of course meant a visit to Dinamo and Steaeu’s respective grounds (thanking the God of open magic doors), a purchase of some football socks and a drink or two in the best-named bar in these parts, Beer O’ Clock. Cheers Bucharest, you’d delivered a top 24 hours. Until the next International break I wish you well.
A cold, chilly night in Lithuania isn’t many people’s idea of fun, but add in the spice of a Baltic derby, played at a time when the national team are playing some of their best football in history and you have a decent night out in one of Europe’s best, undiscovered cities. The downside? A three sides, mainly open-air stadium. The upside, passionate locals who had fueled up on on cheap local spirits. Noise galore, roaring their team on to another, surprising victory. Lithuania is the new Mallorca – you heard it here first.
The Pokal is taken very seriously in German Football. None of this putting out the reserve/kids XI out – clubs take it very seriously. Bayern Munich, arguably the best team in the world, want to win it every year – why wouldn’t they? The rules means that the lower-ranked team plays at home, with no replays. When the draw this season was made, 3rd tier Holstein Kiel were to host 1860 Munich – a near one thousand mile round trip. But, without any surprises, the game was a sell out with nearly a thousand 1860 fans making the journey to bring their colour, songs and bad dress sense (well, a few anyway) to the famous port city in Northern Germany. The home fans did themselves proud on and off the pitch with a riot of colour, flag waving and singing. Oh, and beer. Lots of beer.
Nearly an hour after the end of this European Championship qualifier had ended, the noise was still reverberating around my head. The result was in some way irrespective – the noise in the enclosed Stadium National was turned up to 15 and this was despite various sections being closed due to crowd trouble in the last game against Hungary. The Irish, whilst outnumbered nearly 30 to 1 played their part, never stopping their soundtrack, but it was the home side, with their cheering, coupled with the odd fire cracker and flare that kept the cold at bay. Domestic football in Romania may not be much to write home about, but when the national team take to the field, expect something special.
