Being a Lewes and a West Ham fan doesn’t really give me many opportunities to watch my team play overseas. Going continental means crossing the respective bridges for our league games in Canvey Island and Swansea City. One of the great things about the “bigger teams” not taking the domestic cups seriously has been the opportunities presented to sides who may not have had a look in a a decade ago. Hull City, Swansea City, Wigan Athletic – heck, even Arsenal, have benefited in the past few years, qualifying for Europe thanks to their cup exploits. Am I jealous? Absolutely. Who doesn’t want to go on a European tour watching their team?
The last “proper” trip for West Ham fans was a short-lived UEFA Cup run back in 2006. And when I say “run” I actually mean was a two-legged game against USC Palermo which will be remembered more for events off the field than anything that took place across the three hours of football. Like many others, I paid £400 for a day trip to Sicily through West Ham’s official channels in order to get an official away ticket to watch a limp Pardew-inspired performance whilst the main talking point was the huge fight in the city center the previous evening between locals and some of the more “old school” West Ham fans who had come out of retirement for the trip.
This year West Ham took in Australia, New Zealand, Stevenage and Germany for their warm up games before returning to play in the inaugural Marathon Bet Cup Final (formerly known as the Display Systems Trophy, the Bobby Moore Invitation and the “if you have the cash then you can sponsor it” Shield) against Sampdoria. Germany though, eh. A four team tournament hosted by Schalke 04 at their impressive Veltins Arena. Far too tempting to miss that one.
So that is why I was sitting in a Wetherspoon’s pub at London Stansted at 8am along with ten other football fans. I blame my brother 100% for this. Sitting alongside Stag Do’s, Hen Do’s, Grannies on a “sex tour of Shagaluf” (their words, not mine) and other football fans including Chelsea fans heading for Bremen and Newcastle fans also heading to Gelsenkirchen gives you an interesting slice of life. My brother recently took redundancy from a job he had done for twenty five years. His reward, a life of leisure hoping around the world, finding the most bizarre things to do, and arranging trips like this.
Schalke 0 West Ham United 0 – Saturday 2nd August 2014 – The Veltins Arena
You can dress up the fact that West Ham won this game on penalties all you like but in truth it was a terrible exhibition of football. You would have hoped that with a bit of silverware on offer, West Ham would have at least tried to get the ball out of their half. Having seen a picture of the Veltins Cup, it would have at least been more impressive to have in the trophy cabinet than the thumbnail-sized Intertoto Cup that we won back in 1999. It was a good job that penalties were used to decide after ninety minutes rather than extra time, to stop the majority of fans falling asleep. Yes, it was only a pre-season friendly, but surely this should be the time when the manager is being brave, trying out things that could work. So far this season we have seen very little of that in the draws against Stevenage and Ipswich Town and the defeats against Sydney FC and Wellington in New Zealand. With just two weeks ago before the Premier League starts, the club are still desperately trying to bring in some more firepower.
After the third Malaga goal went in just before half-time (The Daily Mail summed it up by saying that “even” ex-Man Utd flop Obertan got on the score sheet) a few of us headed out of the stadium to where a few hundred West Ham fans were drinking. Few seemed particularly interested in the game, here for a weekend away and experiencing a more “grown up” footballing experience (terracing, beer, sausages and no heavy-handed policing or stewards).
Fortunately, 39 year old Jaaskerlainen was still awake and made two excellent saves in the shoot-out, the final one from Borgmann in sudden death to win the game for West Ham, meaning the game 24 hours later against Malaga would determine the first ever winners of the Veltins Cups.
The night was young for us. We were one of the last groups to leave the stadium, getting our full money’s worth of Veltins beer before heading to the bright lights of Dortmund. It was only a pre-season friendly, but it did give us a taste of how the other half, well top seven Premier League clubs, live. It’s only August. Who knows, this year could be our year….please?