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Auswärtsfahrt auf marokkanisch Unterwegs miT den Ultras eagles Being a guest of the Ultras Eagles, we were invited for the upcoming away game against league climber Raja Beni Mellal. Although RBM had to switch to the nearby stadium of former first division JS Kasbah Tadla, we did not take the route from Casablanca on the now well-developed highways, but drove 220 km on ordinary roads past the large phosphate plateau of Khouribga, which guaranteed adventures and sideway looks. Although we had to answer many questions and doubting glances, we were allowed to take a seat in the bus of the Ultras Eagles, with the compromise to change into a car after an hour. As the reason why, they told us stories in which old buses simply broke down or where the bus driver didn‘t want to wait until the end of the game and drove home without passengers. For kick-off time at 16 o‘clock – not to mention that the day, including Friday‘s game, officially was terminated on Thursday – we met at 9am for departure time in a neighbourhood of the UE and were waiting for the bus … and kept waiting. When the bus finally came, we drove to the next meeting point, kept waiting again and finally started at 11am. Take it easy. The bus was escorted by a couple of cars and a removal van full of people. For your next away game, try to imagine how many minibuses could be saved with this method … The bus convinced with minimal luxury, everybody was smoking, hanging out from the sliding windows and was singing to the beat of a big drum in the rear. We felt like dreaming and while listening to the stories of the oldest group member, who told us about the two-day bus tour to the Champions League Final ‚89 in Algier, we imagined a journey with a distance of 1100 km to the away match in Laayounne in the Western Sahara, whose club JSM failed remaining in the league on the last day of the pre-season. At some point, the trip on the bus, that drove with the motor covering permanently open, was over, we were led to one of the traditional Fantasia equestrian games, in which a group of riders tries to shoot with rifles in the air simultaneously, and we followed the rest of the group. When we caught up with the van, the back door was open, with some of the boys letting their legs dangling over the asphalt, which one of the older passengers visibly annoyed as they have often pointed out the risks to the boys. After wild gestures, which were answered by many gestures saying that inside the van it was cramped, dark and stuffy – with thirty passengers inside, we believed this at once -, the door of the van was closed at full speed. Coming into town, it happened what we heard often before. On both sides of the road, small groups of not more than 15-year old kids were standing and throwing stones at all vehicles that looked unknown. But the excitement was at least so low 94 - 116 // Blickfang Ultrà - Das Magazin
that we continued driving on towards the stadium, where the transporter, pickups and cars of other groups had arrived. We were waiting outside of the stadium and were sent from A to B and back again to A by the haphazard police, when two busses with singing fans from Beni Mellal came around the corner. On the roof of each bus about ten people were standing and at the sharp corners they prevented falling down behaving just like surfers and went on celebrating. When we queued up with the waiting Rajaoui, we were frisked ten times by policemen who stood right behind each other and thus I forgot to take my water bottle with me, which I should regret deeply. As there was no shop for drinks, no toilet in the away stand, just sand, sun and a wall. Luckily, there were only 1,5 hours until kick off … The two stands were already filled and we had to mingle with about 1.000 guests because there was no shade anyway. At the beginning, it was fun, because we sang, babbled and enjoyed the beautiful surroundings with the desert and the mountains in the background. But eventually my mouth was dry and we had to save energy. Pointlessly, a salesman offered dry baguettes but found consequently few customers. Two guys did far better with their big lollipop boxes and gave each of us one lollipop recommending them as thirst quencher. And what can I say, these things saved me through the game. When I spotted the box the next time, I did a real panic-buy at 0,5 cents per piece and filled my pockets. And after three more sucked pieces the referee whistled at last. For the first home game in the top class against the famous namesake, the terraces were filled to the brim and the small fan scene also wanted to celebrate this event with a big choreography. However, with their banner they wanted to show that there are RBM fans from Tangier (north) to the Sahara (south). In the dispute over the southern territory of Western Sahara, Morocco states that this belongs to the Moroccan territory. Therefore, the term “Sahara” is superfluous and they would rather use the name of // 95
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