Showing posts with label Austria Wien. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Austria Wien. Show all posts

Friday, 9 August 2019

Austria Wien 1-2 Apollon Limassol, Thursday 8th August 2019

Austria Wien 1-2 Apollon Limassol, Europa League 3rd qualifying round, 1st leg, att. 8,165 (Generali Arena)

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I walked miles today.  First up, from my hostel near the main train station, I made it to legendary Viennese footie ground Hohe Warte, venue of Austria’s biggest ever football crowd, 85,000.  And you can see why, with one enormous hill on one side.  Like The Valley, Charlton, in days of yore.  And luckily there was a hole in the fence, so I could sneak in.  But that’s for another post.

Hohe Warte

If I’d known how far it was, there’s no way I would have walked it.  For some reason I thought the Hohe Warte was only 1km outside the city centre.  Did I have a ‘not to scale’ map?  Maybe: it was nearer 5.  But at least I had the privilege of walking past Vienna’s waste incineration plant, as designed by one Hundertwasser.  Why can’t more municipal sites look like this?  After reaching the stadium, I got a tram back (‘D’?) all the way to the hauptbahnhof, so that was a result.

Hundertwasser's waste incineration plant.

Somehow, I missed the turning to the stadium earlier too.  That added another mile to my journey.  But once I found the hill, I knew I was on the right path, passing an open air swimming pool to my right before I reached Hohe Warte.

Unfortunately, the site was surrounded by a fence.  Long way to come, etc…but lo!  Someone had ripped a hole in the mesh and I was in – through a few bushes, and I was right at the top of aforesaid banking.  The whole majesty of Hohe Warte lay before me.  What a stadium!  And as coincidence would have it, tenants First Vienna, playing in the 4th tier of Austrian football, were having their pre-season team photo taken in the middle of the pitch.

There they are!  Over there!

 Opposite the banking was the stadium’s only stand.  Running the length of the pitch, it had terracing on one side and seats in the rest.  The rest of the stadium has long since been grassed over, save for the lower portion of the main banking containing a scaffold stand.

I spied the main entrance to the far right, down the hill.  It was open, so I walked behind one goal and headed for there.  Hopefully I wouldn’t be arrested for trespassing – no, there were actually plenty of people there, as local schoolchildren were being coached on an astroturf pitch behind the Main Stand.  Anyway, hopefully fixtures will fall kinder next time and I can see an actual game at Hohe Warte.  For now, the Generali Arena beckoned.


I even came across another stadium on my march to the Generali.

Austria Wien’s new stadium is a far cry from their previous humble abode.  Having studied the vaguaries of the local transport system…I decided to walk there too.  A glutton for punishment, but this time it was only 40 minutes.  Only.  The Generali Arena holds a proud perch above the adjacent motorway, which I crossed by bridge.  Then you get an (almost) rural walk, through some trees...before the stadium is leaps out at you.  I quickly found a ticket office (there were more, busier ticket booths at the Osttribune, the main home end) and asked for the cheapest.  €16 – for the Osttribune!

This was the ultras end and as such was by far the busiest part of the ground.  Although two-tiered, those in the central part of the upper tier also joined in the noise from those below.  I elected for somehow quieter, in the wings.

The stadium towering over the motorway.

The stadium is a good design as newbuilds go.  It’s two-tiered on three sides, with a one-tier stand on the 4th side, all with purple (sorry, violet) seats.  It holds about 18,000 and tonite it was about half full.  I’m not sure about the away end/corner though, with its plexi-glass dividers.  How less of a pleasure must it be watching football through THOSE?  (I have, and what happens is that away fans cover them in stickers, so you have an even harder time of seeing the action.

Limassol fans.

Tonite’s opponets were Apollon Limassol, of Cyprus, who’d maybe brought 150.  I was expecting more away fans, given those I’d already seen in town.  I know at least one was American of Greek origin, as I overheard her telling her life story to some other fans, whether they were interested or not.  What is it with Americans?  First half, three of them, (one guy, two girls) came and sat next to me and the guy was fully getting behind Austria, arguing with decisions, etc…it all looked an act for his friends.  It was cringey.  I moved second half.

The view from upstairs.

I presumed Wien were favourites, as befitted the side from ‘Favoriten’ but they were shocked early on as Limassol opened their account with a pen for handball.  But, as the ref gave that one, he could hardly turn down an appeal from Austria for a similar arm-blocking shot.  One-all.  One penalty-all.  Half-time approached and I’d spent 45 minutes eyeing up someone else’s beer – mainly because I’d seen beforehand it was a cashless system.  I saw nowhere to buy a stadium card.  Maybe they accepted credit cards?  I couldn’t be bothered to find out.

Austria prepare to take their penalty.

Sadly for Austria, they ran out of ideas.  Limassol’s pace on the break had the beating of the homesters and early on in the second half, as the centre forward was played through, he took his time, drew the keeper and lofted the ball over him and in off the crossbar.  Beautiful.  And that was it.  The winner.  I’m not sure Austria knew what hit ‘em, but there’s no doubt the better team won.

The Damage:
€16 ent
= €16

The Tunes:
Foxbase Alpha (St. Etienne)
Jah Sees Jah Knows (Misty in Roots)

Stayed at:
A&O Hauptbahnhof, Vienna (£25)

A stand built into flats.  Genius!

The view from the bottom corner.

Welcome to...(II)

Back of the Westtribune

Back of the Sudtribune.

Austria Wien coach.

Mascot attack!

Picnic seating behind the Osttribune.

Welcome to...(III)

Nordtribune.  Exec boxes ahoy!

There's certainly enough VIP seating.

The teams line up.

Match action.

Tight marking off a corner.

Apollon celebrate what turned out to be the winner.

The Sudtribune.

The view from the Osttribune upper tier.

A general whips up his troops.

The ultras in the lower tier.

Some choice perches in the corner.


Saturday, 31 August 2013

Austria Wien 2-3 Dinamo Zagreb, Tuesday 27th August 2013

Austria Wien 2-3 Dinamo Zagreb, att. 10,500 (capacity) (Champions League Play-off, 2nd leg)

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A packed house (capacity: 10,500) at the Generali Arena, as homesters Austria Vienna took on the Bad Blue Boys of Dinamo Zagreb.  The prize?  A £10m windfall in the form of Champions League qualification, and a greater chance of repeating the whole process next year.  1. win league 2. scrape through qualification process 3. get mullered by everyone and finish bottom of the group.  Well, that's the plan.

Almost crane-like.


Pre-match was a doddle. Met up with Londontyke exiles Bob and Mo in the ‘Irish pub of the Year 2004’ for a couple of beers, before being guided into the southern Viennese suburbs via U-bahn and tram to Austria's ground.  And well done Bob's season ticket holding workmate for helping sort tickets.

Mo looks pleased to be in.

I know what the Austrian press has since written about the Bad Blue Boys (Dinamo’s ferocious support), so let me tell you another perspective of life as a Dinamo fan: Get to ground early; queue in orderly fashion, then watch as ALL the home fans are ushered past you and into the ground.  Although potentially running a narrow gauntlet past said fans, they stood patiently in their ‘kettle’, awaiting their turn.  Thus, Bob, Mo, Sarah and I took our seats.  10-15 minutes in, flares started landing on the pitch from behind the stand.  I stood on a chair. Over the dividing wall and lo!  The Zagreb fans STILL hadn't been allowed in.  Now, I know my team has little chance of ever getting a game in Europe, but I know how p***ed off I’d be if I was kept outside while the game was going on.

A flare lands on the pitch.

Presumably this was all an attempt to keep the fans segregated.  However, it's not Zagreb fans’ fault that they had to walk through the home turnstiles to get to the away block.  And when Zagreb scored, you could see pockets of Croatian fans on three sides of the pitch in the home ends, celebrating.  What do you do when the match is a sell-out?

...while away fans remain kettled outside.

2-0 up from the 1st leg (against the odds), Austria notch again after 5 minutes.  I’d barely settled.  We’re in for an easy time of it, then.  Not a bit of it.  Zagreb pull their socks up and by half-time are leading 1-2.  Some of their fans might even have seen the 2nd.

Dinamo fans celebrate scoring.

At half-time I declare I'm not having another beer but will buy anyone else one who cares for it.  The beer’s horrid.  Turns out to be alcohol-free, but surely alcohol doesn't taste of anything?  Bob had an inkling beforehand but presumed the lager-coloured liquid was the real thing.  No-one had another, although I felt the Croatian calling the kiosk servers ‘criminals’ for refusing him a litre of beer didn’t know what favour he’d gained.

The teams come out.

It was all Zagreb second half.  The best Austria could hope for was a break and that wasn't going to happen.  Time and again Zagreb swept forward. It was only a matter of time.  Then it came.  Despite heroics from the home keeper, he was beaten by a looping header.  Austria's dreams of Real Madrid, Bayern Munich et al looked depleted

Hilariously (given what comes), Zagreb throw on defenders for forwards.  They had done their job, 3-1 up, through on away goals.  So the game plan was blown to bits on 82 minutes when Austria scored on a breakaway, a sub of their own bundling in a cross.

Makeshift segregation at the back of the stand.

Thereafter, the game slowed.  Zagreb no longer had the personnel to attack, while Austria were happy to wind down the clock.  Full-time, 2-3 (4-3 on aggregate) and it was joy unconfined.  One or two Austrians were even in tears.  Getting through to the group stages meant everything to these fans (and players).  It was a welcome respite to the likes of Arsenal spending the season moaning about the competition before their usual early exit.

Unbelievable!  Austria are through!  

Good luck Austria.  Their group games will be played at the national stadium (capacity: 50,000) but they were unlucky with the draw, pulling Atletico Madrid, Zenit St Petersburg and Porto.  Maybe they’ll learn from their city mates Rapid, who did the same and sold out the stadium in 3 match packages.  However, they were forced to play the games behind closed doors and offered fans league games instead of a refund.  I shouldn’t laugh.

My summer of football was at a conclusion, I could concentrate on touristing with the other half.  Now, where’s the nearest palace?

The Damage:

€25 ent
Austria Wien wall.

Anti-missile devices.

The Champs Lge banner (?) gets an outing.

The teams line up.

A couple of Austrians show their colours.

Match action.

Zagreb fans still kettled after kick-off.

Down the touchline.

Club shop.

Spot the policeman.



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