And so the marathon Euro-jaunt that had
encompassed Holland, England and Scotland moved on to its final destination,
Germany, and an appointment with a recently relegated Bundesliga side.
An early arrival at the Ruhr stadion following a short train ride from
Dusseldorf revealed that the Bochum "fan day" was in full swing - a
diverse collection of activities, demonstrations, and stalls selling the
inevitable pils (in what seemed to be hospital sample jugs) and evil-smelling
sausages.
The searing heat meant that a few beers in a shady spot were called for, which
afforded a vantage point from which to observe demonstrations of ballroom
dancing, kick boxing, gridiron, and karate woodchoppers to name but a few - not
quite the view from "The Trent House"….
Elsewhere, the youth of Bochum were busy with go-karts, rollerskating, limbo
dancing and bouncy castles, while one English visitor seized upon the chance
afforded him by the PA announcer to denounce the Dalgish era from the main
stage, to the applause of the early arrivals from Tyneside and other parts of
Europe.
Somewhere in all this merriment, a football match was scheduled to break out,
but thankfully the heat of the afternoon had abated by the time kickoff
arrived. The manager says he can't play his full team so
presumably that excuses those playing from looking like they've ever
met before…..
There were some positives to be had: Nolberto Solano getting to the byline and crossing for the first time
in a year, Alan Shearer bagging a brace from open play for the first time
since we went decimal and Steve Harper getting some much-needed pitch time to
acquaint himself with the new defence.
At the end of nine games though it's uncertain what has been achieved, aside
from pushing the players with both matches and tough training sessions -which
may well have some future benefit, but on a short-term basis has done little to
empty the treatment room.
As had been the case in Helmond, United received poor treatment from the match officials (who looked to be wearing Middlesbrough strips).
Both Laurent Charvet
and Gary Speed were cautioned, while severe challenges from the home team on Nolberto
Solano especially went un-remarked.
Today's Maric Miss was a sort of reverse Jimmy Montgomery thing, where he
screwed two chances up within seconds, being pushed off the ball when poised to
shoot at a gaping net before somehow volleying skywards when a simple header
would surely have beaten the keeper.
At the end of the game, a number of the players took time to applaud the
travellers, while others just headed straight down the tunnel. The Bochum
players by contrast performed a little lap of honour wearing their
freshly-swapped Newcastle shirts.
It's always hard to take a match seriously when a gigantic inflatable coke
bottle looms over the pitch, but a couple of United fans were sufficiently
discontented/inebriated to scale the security fence and show their displeasure
at the performance by mooning at the crowd.
Without wishing to condone such a gratuitous display of white Geordie arse, I
have to say I knew what they meant.
After an incredible nine pre-season fixtures on the road though, there's a
certain relief that this phony war (and associated punishment of wallet and
liver) is finally at an end - at least until the back-to-back treks to
Tottenham and Southampton next month see the mileage mount again.
PS: "Danke schoen" to Ray McDermott and his smashing
family for their wonderful hospitality, Jurgen the baker, and the Rudi
lookalike who kept us furnished with beer outside the stadium.