It's times like this that playing in orange shirts, green shorts and yellow socks pays off. The groundsman turned the floodlights on only 5 minutes before the 8pm kick-off, so we warmed up by running round in the dark hoping that there were no potholes in the pitch. It was a clear night and, having just avoided bumping into each other, right-midfielder Georg and I took to a bit of star-gazing. We could only identify Orion and the Great Bear, and had an educated guess that the Northern Star was somewhere over the Opel factory.
Georg had been the hero of last season's dramatic comeback against Polterberg, but this time we had little chance, despite going 2-0 up early on.
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