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First the flood, then the crisis? After the water battle against Portsmouth with a real defeat of defeat we were in the playing for the first time and won regularly, whether outward or at home in the stage of light, the ranks are full. In a game I was chosen to the Man of the Match, which makes me a bit proud.
No wonder, with these fans: If more than 30,000 throats sound the falling in Love, I still get goose bumps. And if the collective Come On! sounds, literally quake the stadium. Already horny, or to say it with Sunderland's musician Brian Ferry: Don't Stop the Dance!.
Sunderland mixes up with: the current table of the League One
But the intensity of English weeks, often with traveling over half the island, is also enormous. And then — now on without off — it did not suddenly run so well anymore.
In the league we actually lost three games in a piece. Also, I shot a real buck. At the 1: 5 against the ascent rivals Rotterdam, the ball jumped from the foot. Sometimes just dropping is the best solution. And that may be something symbolic. The third league gives you nothing for beautiful playing. You have to make fighting, always do not make a hoe tip 1,2,3. I think that we have learned that and again well implemented in the next games. One reason: cohesion in the team grows from day to day. So, how Brian Ferry would say: Let's Stick Together.
The visit to the forbidden city
The parallel to the country has certainly been well-received. And what life in England is concerned, I deliberately used the days to see over the box. I explored the forbidden city Newcastle and was in London on the weekend. If you hear the messages in Corona from Germany, a thing is already very thoughtful. Here in the capital is hardly a bit perceptible from the pandemic — let's see how long it stays.
For this one of the Brexit meets sometimes really curious way. At the gas stations you were allowed to refuel for a while only 35 liters, and even in a few shops, the shelves for some things were completely empty for some things. Both phenomena show me how vulnerable we are all, globalization and high-tech back or forth. And you should always be grateful for what you have, and nothing, really nothing, to take for granted.
Brian Henderson reminiscent of Tiger Hermann Garland
Speaking. In England, many things are different. Not only the weather. First find a house that is also to rent, most Englishmen buy or heirs your roof over your head. Then organize electricity and gas, buy furniture. Without the fabulous Mr. Henderson, that would have become a lot, much heavier. Brian Henderson is the father of the former Sunderland player and Champions League winner Jordan Henderson, Captain of the English national team.
Father Brian has always remained faithful to the north and took me directly after the contract signature under his wing — and the house worried. He is one of the most sincere and nicest people who are encountered and does everything for his club, the AFC. So he reminds me of the Tiger Hermann Garland — just a great person! As long as there are such as him, the professional football also retains a piece of humanity — and that's a good thing.
Ron-Thoben Hoffmann (22) learned the goalkeeping game in his homeland near Hans Rostock, before he moved over Bertha BSC and RB Leipzig to Bavaria Munich and played for the second team 36 Third and 13 Regionally Games. In summer, the former U-18 national player moved to lending including the purchase option to the English third division AFC Sunderland. His experiences on the island he shares from now on regularly in his column.
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