Day Eight – Away Victory!
On his way to the 1:0 – Andi
There was a good reason for Faust, Steve, Noppa, and Wölli to go to bed
early the previous night: they were going to go deep sea fishing, and their
boat was due to put to sea at sunrise. Six hours later they returned to the
hotel, their faces turned red by the sun. In the trunk of their taxi, the tail
of a 2.80 metre (9 feet) long marlin weighing 200 kilos (440 pounds avdp.)
could be seen. Once this creature was safely stored in the cold room of the
hotel Riviera, four busses were waiting for us outside, ready to pick up the
entire crew plus our Internationalistas, the hard core fan brigade, to take
us to the Estadio Pedro Marrero.
Not quite on top:
Campino
An incredible location: a huge stadium in Havana with the paint flaking
off everywhere. We were to play a friendly football game: the Hosen vs. a
selection of former Cuban national team players and local sports journalists.
Although this had even been mentioned on telly, the fan block of the visiting
guests (us) was by far the most crowded. But football is a minority sport
here, way behind baseball, boxing, volleyball, and salsa.
Hosen-ultra and extra
players on the stand
Our Internationalistas: "it
was nice, cheap, and fun!”
Of course the local team had the advantage of being used to the climate
in this “hell of Havana”, but we played fairly well from the
start. But maybe it all came down to the doping. Only Campino, who stood
on the football pitch for the first time since his crucial ligament had torn,
wasn’t quite on top yet.
Although the person responsible for the outfits had failed us dramatically
(by packing black shirts to wear in the scorching sun), the squad from Düsseldorf
Flingern, supported by legionaries from Halberstadt and Rendsburg, won with
an incontestable result of 3:0. The scores were made by Andi, Mike (from
Rendsburg), and Pinki (from Halberstadt).
Dpoing Cuban style: Breiti
Both teams
We swapped tricots and then went back to the Hotel for a final sun-downer
at the Riviera bar. The first set of our people was to fly back to Germany
tonight, while some were going to stay on to visit other parts of Cuba.
The players and their
coach:
from left to right
Breiti, Andi,
Noppa, Elmar,
Kuddel, Chris
Andi scored the one-nil
We had a great time. Good city, good people, good vibes: we’ll be back.
For all of you who couldn’t join us: go visit the revolution before it
comes to visit you or before Fidel abdicts and the Yankees come back, depending
on the point of view.
Our thanks go to Uli, Hans-Jürgen and Fug of the Popkomm, who organised
the trip and helped us over there.
Hasta la victoria siempre, venceremos!
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