Interested in The British Erdinger district class?

Created: 10/22/2022, 10:00 am

By: Dieter Priglmeir

Dieter Priglmeir © private

Everyone dreams of the Premier League.

But what if our amateur football were more English.

We look at the Erdinger sports fields.

That's how it is with dreams.

Andreas Voglsammer always wanted to play football in England.

And now he has left-hand traffic to deal with.

He suddenly plays on the wrong wing and no longer hits the goal.

But that will come back and we wish him a lot of fun in the motherland of football.

At the same time we ask ourselves: English football conditions on our amateur pitches – what would that actually be like?

Well, then it would always rain and the flood-plagued BSG Taufkirchen would probably never play a home game again.

And otherwise?

Let's stick to the liquid.

The tea break would then actually be a tea – with a splash of milk, of course.

And while we're on the subject of hot drinks: How does an ale actually go in a wheat beer tankard?

Do we really want to know?

But what matters is on the pitch.

And that's where The British Kreisklasse: No more promises sophisticated lawn chess from our tactically perfectly trained young footballers from Altenerding to Zustorf.

Let's look forward to honest kick and rush, which we only know from Eichenkofen in our part of the world.

And maybe from Neuching.

Well, it is still practiced in Buch.

And maybe also from the Aspis kickers.

And possibly in Berglern, Reichenkirchen, Fraunberg, Langenpreising, Grüntegernbach, Hörlkofen and Isen.

Wait, we don't want to forget the Holzland Highlands either.

Sorry, but first of all these are just unfounded allegations, and secondly it is also nothing defamatory.

It's nice when our football has a lot of original features from the mother country: Now only our goalkeepers should make more mistakes (Hold on the ball, Flo Leininger!), our legendary oldies should become more Gascoigne-iger (Get weight, Maestro Soave !) and our coaches and football bosses throw out even wiser sayings ("A game lasts 90 minutes and in the end Klettham always wins").

If our strikers didn't roll in pain and screaming on the Bolden after every shove, but just got up straight away and if our fans were more enthusiastic about singing (How about "We are green, we are white, we are Greadugge Dynamite?") - yes at some point we would actually have English conditions.

And we at the Erdinger/Dorfener Anzeiger could then also play British tabloids and write after 20 minutes of a 2-0 lead: “Blitzkrieg on the Golan Heights.

Forsterner tanks roll over FC Hörgersdorf.” Or maybe we'll leave it at that.

Better then: let's go Greadugge, let's go!

Addendum: The gag with the bad penalty takers is missing for a good reason, because there's a better story about it: Andreas Voglsammer made such a mistake during his E-Youth days in Dorfen that the keeper refused to score a second penalty place.

There's a good chance he'll become an English keeper's nightmare too, isn't it?