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<\/p>\nOkay, I knew the game started at 1:30, everywhere I had looked online had been unsuccessful at yielding any information, and this was the second biggest club in Berlin, but I was going for it. Yes, I was going to try and get into an FC UNION Berlin game. I knew that if I was going to have any chance of figuring out a way in, then I was going to need to get there quite early, so I left at 10:30. I had to make two transfers via train to get there and when I got to the second transfer at Ostkreuz Station, I was already beginning to see the red and white scarves everywhere. While waiting for the train I noticed all the bottles of beer that people were downing. Then while on the train, in closer proximity, I got to witness one group of guys cheering\/posting\/clinking their bottles over and over, (gotta love public drinking in Germany). One guy on the train had four bottles of beer in various sweatshirt\/pants pockets, he came prepared. This was easily the most crowded train I had been on in Berlin, including rush hour, and it only got more packed, with every stop along the way, more and more people were cramming into the trains, jerseys and scarves galore. As we were closing in on the destination, I noticed that I had been traveling for about an hour and a half. I also noticed that we were no longer in the busy urban streets of Berlin, we were out in the country. Eventually there were no more buildings visible from the train, only trees in every direction. There were one or two small little suburban neighborhoods occasionally, but the area was pretty much dominated by nature. When we pulled into the train station at Kopenick there were more buildings again. From the train I saw huge crowds gathered everywhere. I was too late. I had hoped to come before all the crowds in order to somehow figure out a way to get inside the stadium, but that wasn’t the case at all. Once I got off the train people were singing and crowds were flocking in every direction. I would have thought following all of them would lead me to the stadium, but they were headed every which way, so I had to try and figure it out for myself. From what I had heard this club was at least partially publicly owned, which to me meant more people with season tickets, which to me meant fewer tickets available to the public. With this in mind I was speeding through the crowds, most of which were headed at least in some general direction. I traveled along a small river, through some neighborhoods, down a back alley and… there it was.<\/p>\n
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Der Stadion an die alten Foresterei it was called, which to me translates as the stadium of the old foresters, as in the profession, quite a fitting name. Even from a distance it was a sight to behold. I slowed my pace down and took in the scenery, there was a woman’s match going on on one of the two turf fields, passed that there was an empty grass field, nice grass, this was probably the clubs practice field. The security gates were visible now. I was beginning to get nervous, this was where my journey would either come to and end or just get started. I could see the gates, police to the side, lines slowly going through with volunteers frisking them as they entered. The kiosk for the tickets had no line, which seemed a little suspect to me, but I ventured forth regardless. However, before I could even get to the kiosk an elderly couple came up to me and the woman said something in German while holding out a ticket. Auf English bitte. She said their son wasn’t going to be able to make it to the game and that she would sell the ticket to me for a discounted price. I looked at it, it said 12.50 for the student price, she asked for ten. She could have been hustling me and it could have been a fake. I was expecting to drop at least 30 euros for one of these tickets, what’s the catch? I went for it. I gave her a ten she gave me the ticket, she said viel spass. I walked up to the man with the little laser scanner that confirms the tickets, I showed the ticket to him, he pointed it at it, it made the ringing sound, I was in. I WAS IN! I couldn’t believe it, I had really not been expecting to get into this game but here I was, and it had been easier than I could have imagined! I couldn’t contain myself and started laughing out loud as I walked passed the security into the area outside the stadium. All the police were looking at me funny, so I checked myself and regained control. Here I was at the stadium, an hour early… gotta get a scarf. Scarves, as one must know, are quite the tradition for European Football matches. I picked out the coolest one I could find, and it some cost less than all the others. 2 for 2.<\/p>\n
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I walked around the whole stadium taking in the atmosphere. Beer stands were everywhere. As were little bratwurst stands. People were drinking and eating and laughing and using the bathroom… what a wonderful place. I went to one corner of the stadium and was able to walk up to a gate that was a mere ten feet from one of the corners of the field. From there I got a good look at the grass. It was, without a doubt, the nicest grass I had ever seen. I so badly just wanted to go and roll on it, contain yourself, you’ve made it this far. I could also see the seating situation as well. Only 1\/4 of the seating sections had actual seats, there rest were the same as the area I had been to with the game last week. Standing room only with the occasional bar for leaning against. So that’s how it is done. With this type of arrangement. The capacity for the stadium isn’t limited by the number of seats available, they could have theoretically packed as many people as they could into those standing areas. As I was walking around looking for a place with a good view, I heard people start booing. I looked out at the field and my heart stopped. The away team had run out on to the field to do their warm ups, and they were dressed in all blue. I was in all blue. I panicked thought I would have to make a run for it, but then it hit me. Scarves up sonny, your safe. With this scarf, no fan would have trouble identifying me as a member of the home fan base, oh thank god.<\/p>\n
With 15 minutes to game time, people were still pouring in. This place was going to be completely filled. Both teams were doing their warm ups with loud music blaring over the speakers. Most of it was in German, but one song I was able to identify as Take a Look Around by Limp Biskit, a great song to get pumped up to. Eventually the fans started cheering, and suddenly a voice from the speakers started taking too them. That’s right, to them, a voice from God it seemed. Every game I had ever been to featured an announcer, someone to read off players names, who was most likely sitting up Ina booth comfortable somewhere. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that the voice was actually coming from a man with microphone who was walking around down on the field. He want a player, he wasn’t dressed up fancy or anything, he looked just like everyone else. I’m thinking, who let this guy on to the field, but then I thought, publicly owned, that’s right, you can get away with things like this. After this man read off the rosters, the game began.<\/p>\n
The field had been watered again just before the players came on for the actual match, so in the first ten or so minutes there was a lot of slipping and sliding occurring. It was quite entertaining, especially when it happened to the goalie of the other team, everyone burst out laughing. The best player on the field was undoubtedly Bobby Wood, who also happens to be an American, go figure. He was amazing in the air, had a great touch, was strong on the ball and it paid off for him as he scored in the 27th minute to give the home team the lead. Other players who stood out were numbers 37, a center defender, and 19, a midfielder. 37 was great at reading plays and was constantly intercepting passes from the other team. 19 directed his teammates very well, and made it clear how a situation should be defended. He would be a great teammate to have. This being some of the highest level football I have ever seen live, was an opportunity to take in all these small details. As a team, each player was good at recognizing when the ball was not going to come in their direction, am so they could defend as a unit easier and not given undue attention to players on the opposing side. The game ended 1-0, so there was no more scoring after \u00a0Wood’s goal, however, one shot for UNION did hit the post, and I have to admit it, a pk should have definitely been given for the other team. But it wasn’t, life goes on.<\/p>\n
I couldn’t have asked for a better experience the crowd, the atmosphere, the game, everything was amazing. I will definitely try to make one more game here before the season ends. In the mean time, it’s time to go home and rest and write about my day. On the train ride back, the whole time different groups would get into cheer wars with each other over who could cheer the loudest and the longest. Good show.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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