(over) time for the beginning of the revelers revelers time I start this experience report, including an obscene headline that spontaneously makes confetti rained into the mind and can of course always applied on a train, if you will proudly present his ticket ( because if one has ).
The Losfee meant it allright (so "la la" as the French say) with our team and so was the name of our group opponents in the Cup Uwe-Eva-sounding name Paris St. Germain 
. A visit to this Metropolis was thus required, and thus found himself with stoning, Tobi W., GEIL and hotter Hinni an elite force that dared to express by the way in the city of the burning banlieues. Once in the Thalys, offered directly, the first highlight of the President, a part of his character uncannily son of wealthy parents and the bourgeoisie, it was probably meant well when booking and the proletarian-asses sometimes easy breezy shipped in the first grade. What I saw as completely befitting, excited with my companions from the Arbeitermillieu ridicule and scorn. The free breakfast including salty chocolate croissant, which we were served by the charming train conductor took it without complaint, however, and growl at. True to Marie-Antoinette: "If they have no bread, why not eat it cake?" And if they do not have coffee like they drink containing beer, and that was probably the most comfortable way to travel: through at 300 km / h's enemy territory and pave it cool beer in the 1st Class sip.
arrived at Gare du Nord were quickly shopped at a station kiosk 20 metro tickets (les tickets pour le töfftöff), and thanks to the Navigator Geilen we soon reached our chalet. Ibis Montmartre turned out to be a good choice, and (put up more beer and watched CL summary) after a short "freshen up" we went to the obligatory sightseeing and snap Poser Banner image before we made our way to the Eiffel Tower made where thousands of fans and "fans" up to mischief. There we met, among many other famous Battle strollers, on Meike and Danny, the (sprung up around the exact number of buses used to legend) the journey via coach bus No. 75,097,377,849 had mastered from Dortmund to Paris. As twilight came on we sat quite impressive sent before the mob and boarded the Metro to fully relaxed to reach the destination station. There, in a chip shop or eat something called HotDog (ekelig. .. probably was really dog) and in the direction of Block H. Unlike the "real" guests, we had no fans Problems with assaulting police, but about 20 Rascals waited in a bar opposite to us, but the rapid deployment of some Zivis prevented a Schneddereteng.
The Losfee meant it allright (so "la la" as the French say) with our team and so was the name of our group opponents in the Cup Uwe-Eva-sounding name Paris St. Germain 
. A visit to this Metropolis was thus required, and thus found himself with stoning, Tobi W., GEIL and hotter Hinni an elite force that dared to express by the way in the city of the burning banlieues. Once in the Thalys, offered directly, the first highlight of the President, a part of his character uncannily son of wealthy parents and the bourgeoisie, it was probably meant well when booking and the proletarian-asses sometimes easy breezy shipped in the first grade. What I saw as completely befitting, excited with my companions from the Arbeitermillieu ridicule and scorn. The free breakfast including salty chocolate croissant, which we were served by the charming train conductor took it without complaint, however, and growl at. True to Marie-Antoinette: "If they have no bread, why not eat it cake?" And if they do not have coffee like they drink containing beer, and that was probably the most comfortable way to travel: through at 300 km / h's enemy territory and pave it cool beer in the 1st Class sip. arrived at Gare du Nord were quickly shopped at a station kiosk 20 metro tickets (les tickets pour le töfftöff), and thanks to the Navigator Geilen we soon reached our chalet. Ibis Montmartre turned out to be a good choice, and (put up more beer and watched CL summary) after a short "freshen up" we went to the obligatory sightseeing and snap Poser Banner image before we made our way to the Eiffel Tower made where thousands of fans and "fans" up to mischief. There we met, among many other famous Battle strollers, on Meike and Danny, the (sprung up around the exact number of buses used to legend) the journey via coach bus No. 75,097,377,849 had mastered from Dortmund to Paris. As twilight came on we sat quite impressive sent before the mob and boarded the Metro to fully relaxed to reach the destination station. There, in a chip shop or eat something called HotDog (ekelig. .. probably was really dog) and in the direction of Block H. Unlike the "real" guests, we had no fans Problems with assaulting police, but about 20 Rascals waited in a bar opposite to us, but the rapid deployment of some Zivis prevented a Schneddereteng.
Well, we were part of the stadium and witness a magnificent black and yellow background, and if the pure Lewandowski had pushed the things the Prince Park would be broken after scoring a goal as Gelsenkirchenener title dreams. Too bad.
Exhausted as Hulle we returned to the hotel and were amused at 2 nightcap at the fact that we do have the Moulin Rouge and several night clubs in front of the door, but rather in the hotel rooms remain a summary of the European Cup Kracher 1. to see FC Magdeburg v AC Milan . But we were awake at that time already for 21 hours, which is why we supported in the great FC Pennematz soon.
The next day a lousy plastered (because without sausage) breakfast, packed Säckl and plunged us one last time in the Metro, where we wanted to use our last remaining tickets for a short trip to the Arc de Triomphe. Rimming: Although we reached the right metro station, could not but leave because they were blocking all exits. When I asked in perfect French, why this would be the case, I was informed by a friendly Metro employee that the top high state visit to Guest was "le président de la République de Chine". I countered with: "Je suis le président de KORD" and urged a merger, but he did not listen to reason. So we sulked us in the metro to the station, tingelte somewhat by the Indian part of town, and took place on time by 13 clock of the working class in the Thalys. Heading there were still "visit" by Customs, by a drug dog and civil police officers who actually carried out a passport check. About Cologne's crazy ... went pretty smoothly back into the Dortmund train station where I directly opened into the street because there Münster at the Portuguese dinner in the circle of nice colleagues took place - nice ending to a fantastic trip!
Or - as one might say - nice prelude to a terrific long weekend! Because the very next day we went at 16:48 clock by ICE to Hannover. Bakan, Brunni and I made ourselves comfortable in the board Bistro and was taken in the state capital of Dorian Darius received. After recently obtaining quarters (I was in bed in the guest Bakan, Brunni at Dorian sleep on the floor) it was only in the Schateke , and then to a karaoke bar. We were always accompanied by his comrades communities, grain and ouzo, Bakan even by Southern Comfort.
Next "Tomorrow," which will be saved only through the shower and kebabs could Gammelt Bakan and I wandered in search of our huubigen cards Dealer something haphazard, hit the Tob-Michel, and nibbled again on the wild guild. At first derided the arena of Bich clan whether my deplorable condition was (at least I got our tickets), and afterwards attended the grand with the guys 4-0 victory. Then just picked something to eat, gehastet on the train and reached to 21 clock Brunni and I the beautiful hometown.
Watt a weekend ... is festzuketten on railroad tracks to stop the Castor transport might have been stress-free ... But this I thought to Death of a great goalkeeper legend, but for something tasteless. And besides, I have nothing against black and yellow yes.
So, I stop the jokes are flat. See you on Friday at the home game!
Exhausted as Hulle we returned to the hotel and were amused at 2 nightcap at the fact that we do have the Moulin Rouge and several night clubs in front of the door, but rather in the hotel rooms remain a summary of the European Cup Kracher 1. to see FC Magdeburg v AC Milan . But we were awake at that time already for 21 hours, which is why we supported in the great FC Pennematz soon.
The next day a lousy plastered (because without sausage) breakfast, packed Säckl and plunged us one last time in the Metro, where we wanted to use our last remaining tickets for a short trip to the Arc de Triomphe. Rimming: Although we reached the right metro station, could not but leave because they were blocking all exits. When I asked in perfect French, why this would be the case, I was informed by a friendly Metro employee that the top high state visit to Guest was "le président de la République de Chine". I countered with: "Je suis le président de KORD" and urged a merger, but he did not listen to reason. So we sulked us in the metro to the station, tingelte somewhat by the Indian part of town, and took place on time by 13 clock of the working class in the Thalys. Heading there were still "visit" by Customs, by a drug dog and civil police officers who actually carried out a passport check. About Cologne's crazy ... went pretty smoothly back into the Dortmund train station where I directly opened into the street because there Münster at the Portuguese dinner in the circle of nice colleagues took place - nice ending to a fantastic trip!
Or - as one might say - nice prelude to a terrific long weekend! Because the very next day we went at 16:48 clock by ICE to Hannover. Bakan, Brunni and I made ourselves comfortable in the board Bistro and was taken in the state capital of Dorian Darius received. After recently obtaining quarters (I was in bed in the guest Bakan, Brunni at Dorian sleep on the floor) it was only in the Schateke , and then to a karaoke bar. We were always accompanied by his comrades communities, grain and ouzo, Bakan even by Southern Comfort.
Next "Tomorrow," which will be saved only through the shower and kebabs could Gammelt Bakan and I wandered in search of our huubigen cards Dealer something haphazard, hit the Tob-Michel, and nibbled again on the wild guild. At first derided the arena of Bich clan whether my deplorable condition was (at least I got our tickets), and afterwards attended the grand with the guys 4-0 victory. Then just picked something to eat, gehastet on the train and reached to 21 clock Brunni and I the beautiful hometown.
Watt a weekend ... is festzuketten on railroad tracks to stop the Castor transport might have been stress-free ... But this I thought to Death of a great goalkeeper legend, but for something tasteless. And besides, I have nothing against black and yellow yes.
So, I stop the jokes are flat. See you on Friday at the home game!
