Preußen Münster 4 v 1 SV Babelsberg 03:
I’ve tried to go and watch Babelsberg again this season for quite some time. Several trips were planned in over the winter, but all of them fell through due, mostly, to the weather. Finally though I made it on Saturday. The match was away to Preußen Münster, which conveniently for me, is only about half an hour away by train from where I live.
With Sankt Pauli not playing on the day, it also meant there were plenty of FCSP fans who had made the trip too. The two clubs have a fan friendship, followed most strongly between the groups “Ultra Sankt Pauli” and “Filmstadt Inferno”. A very healthy number from my own group, were also present.
The match was particularly important for both clubs, with Babelsberg facing relegation if they did not draw or win (even then relying on other results), and Münster looking to squeeze into the promotion play-off. That ensured a fairly full house, in the old, mostly entirely roofless stadium. Only one terrace, currently seemingly condemned, remained empty.
The players ran out to an impressive backdrop. The left-leaning Münster ultragroup “Deviants” let off a lot of colourful smokes, combined with flags and banners. In our end, flags were combined with confetti.
Babelsberg looked, briefly, like they might achieve the impossible, taking the lead with a chested goal. Unfortunately, Münster soon struck back and in the end made it 4-1, ensuring Nulldrei’s relegation. As the other group at Preußen (former members of Curva Monasteria, and more open to the right) sang the rather unoriginal “Scheiß Sankt Pauli!” several times, it was quite funny, when despite the result, Münster didn’t make the playoff. Babelsberg nice array of songs, often to cheese hits like Gigi D’Agostino in contrast was brilliant.
Despite the result, the atmosphere remained good in the away sector. Crowdsurfing, a mini-wall of death and plenty of beer. Only a minority of fans, situated away from the main group, tried to start a fight, by attempting to kick a gate in, throwing pints in the direction of the stewards and verbally abusing their own players. I don’t want some happy clappy football crowd, but it all came over a little pathetic.
When the stewards finally got everyone to leave, we all packed into the bus back to the station. With pints in our hands, we waved to passersby and belted out a few old socialist anthems. It would appear life will go on for the Babelsberg fans, who are used to the team having their ups and downs. And I’m sure we, as FCUM fans, will have a very good time in Potsdam in under 2 weeks time!