clarification forward exchange: as the title might suggest, could I have nothing against Hamburg! No, not really, since water is beautiful, lots of nice people from my circle of friends there and Fischbrötche are my thing! I mean only, entitled: I (ie the BVB, better than a fan is it legitimate with the same club afflict) there can not 'win ! Apart from a Away 5 years ago when I suggested with the HSV Thorsten Frings 2-0, I have only experienced defeat there. In the magnificent 3-2 and 4-2 victories, I stayed in the ski holiday skiing holiday in August ... but there is little point, and I searched Brunni to let rip again the Hamburg public park on the damn series - with reasonable success.
The journey we made already Friday because Pete had agreed, we are home to again. After a mediocre Directions (bad because a lot of storage - good because Brunni be incorporated in 2 liters of beer to entertain me) we arrived at HH and verfraßen and drank the Board had given money that Papa Brunnert his second child on the journey. The next morning we had breakfast with extensive addition to the ultra-thin salami again Brunni was the highlight in a bathrobe. When the guy finally gets his own TV show, ne? could then we went to the stadium where we lazily skim still a happy-hour beer and greet familiar faces including the body. The courts had chosen to Pete for us in Block 12, proved to be for three reasons: as an absolute stroke of luck:
- we paid for a lower tier knotless place 17 € less than last year for a rank in the top
- we had the best view of Weidenfeller's housing, where even the entire first half, powerful music was
- we witnessed the bizarre situation of my Fankarriere first hand: was after small riot in the adjacent block, flanked by folders, the culprit directly removed by us: a midget, the hands clasped hinter'm head and grinning. Would have rounded off this picture just a folder that drives the dwarf with a pitchfork in a small cage. Divine!
went after the game with Örn via taxi to the Reeperbahn where the first meal and then vor'm London pub was drunk. It could be a tired of life, bachelor or stag-small groups, freaks, hookers and Olivia Jones watch as a tour guide. After the Busfraktion and the last car of our furniture for home occupation had begun, and I still took Brunni Eimsbüttel in subdued guitar sounds in the eye of the former pub and a night cap to 2 clock reached our sleeping quarters.
The next day I sang briefly with the whole group ABBA Sing Star Battle skillfully under the table and after a little way to the Cyclassics went there again to Dortmund, because that's a city that I can. And can always be!
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