SG Dynamo Dresden 1 v 2 FC Sankt Pauli:
After a surprisingly lengthy sleep at our hostel in Dresden’s Neustadt, we caught the tram back into the centre of town and had a wander around looking for somewhere to have breakfast. Eventually we found somewhere near the trainstation and loaded up on bread rolls and coffee. Despite the heavy police presence, everything felt a bit more laid back in comparison to recent visits, and to be fair the police did without their helmets, which helps. We joined the SPM and friends from Sektion Nord Babelsberg in the queue for the shuttle buses, and after a short wait were all escorted to the ground. The security checks were also a little less physical this time around, and the middle “round” of checks with the sniffer dogs was no longer present. Once inside the ground we opted to go in the lower section. Previously we’ve always stood on the steps by the tunnel, but then you always have people brushing past you as they go for beer. With a high number of fans in a well oiled state, it wasn’t going to be any different this time around. The lower section afforded little atmosphere (until the last 10 minutes) but a good view.
It’s worth mentioning that I am neither from nor live in Hamburg, so this shouldn’t be taken as criticism of all out of town supporters, but quite a few fans in our block irritated me on this day. There appeared to be quite a few fans from the Dresden area (although this cant have been the case for everyone), who were just there to express their dislike of Dynamo. As a result, whilst the atmosphere suffered, there was no shortage of “Scheiß Dynamo” chants, as well as accusations/generalisations about the political tendencies amongst Dynamo’s support. As was mentioned in Kiezkieker last year, nothing will undermine the antiracism efforts of the club, and many supporters at SGD, than some once a season St Pauli fan chanting “Alerta! Alerta!” or “Nazi-schweine” at anyone in a yellow scarf, from behind the safety of a fence and lines of extremely sturdy looking stewards. If someone gives a nazi salute as was the case in previous seasons, then the reaction is understandable, but that to my knowledge wasn’t the case this time, and Dynamo, however many idiots they may still have, aren’t Cottbus. I’ve enjoyed some of the abuse which has been exchanged across the fences at previous Sankt Pauli/Dynamo encounters, but today most of it appeared too unoriginal. The most shithouse behaviour was still to come though. As Dresden took a corner, two or three waterbombs, were thrown at their players. Ignoring the orgy of moral panic the press would gleefully have unleashed had one of the things hit a player, we should be better than that. Of course on the Dynamo side of the fence there were also stacks of interesting looking specimens with Oakley glasses and Picaldi jeans, gesticulating in our direction wildly. Highlights included getting mooned by one fan, another getting removed from the stands for getting too wound up, and a lot of grown adults dancing to our songs whilst holding up two middle fingers. We all laughed at this behaviour because it was so embarassing, but sadly those from our own section who barely cast a glance at the pitch the full 90 minutes, so that they could do similar, didn’t come away looking any better. In fact such was the length of time spent gesticulating, eventually the effect of middle fingers etc started to wear off. More experimental gestures were required to fully express the level of hatred felt, or the fate the targeted opposition fan would face later on after the match. Particularly popular here was the “I’ll do you, you facking maaag” style finger point featured in all those cockney hooligan films, likewise throat slitting. One Dresden hardman even did a gesture where he appeared to be making a sandwich. I’m going to eat you after the match? Im going to drown you in picalilly? The message was cumbersome and confusing. From our own side, the production of a season ticket for a lower league side from Dresden by one fan, to goad the Dynamos, certainly demonstrated how strong the affection for Sankt Pauli was. The whole charade was topped off by an argument between fellow Sankt Pauli fans, which then escalated to pushing and shoving. The reason behind it all was unclear.
On the pitch a fairly entertaining game of football was delivered. Dynamo were far better organised than their lowly position in the table would suggest, in fact they had a few chances early on. We made very hard work of breaking them down all match, but took the lead through Kringe in the first half. At that stage I thought we would keep the lead until halftime before extending it in the second (before deciding to throw it all away in the dying minutes). As it was, we didn’t wait till the closing minutes of the second half to fall asleep, rather the dying moments of the first. A freekick was given to Dresden, we stood about daydreaming, they took it quickly, and a chance eventually opened up from a rebound for them to equalise with a classy finish. Halftime.
In the second half, we took the lead once more. An equally classy finish from Halstenberg, from a freekick, beat the wall, and nestled nicely in the top corner. From then on, we continued to look the more likely side, but squandered plenty of chances. The final ball to centre was a particular weakpoint. Dynamo relied heavily on the counterattack, and Pote caused constant problems, even though he was often operating on his own. Nevertheless we held on to seal our first win in Dresden (I think ever), backed for the last 10 minutes by a genuinely rocking atmosphere.
Despite my gripes, it was another enjoyable away trip as part of excellent tour of the east. With the sun slowly setting, I said goodbye to fellow FCSP friends, and my friends from Manchester, and caught the train back to Dortmund.
Ta to M. for the photos.