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Saturday 23 April 2011

IJsselmeervogels v Spakenburg

The Spakenburg Derby

IJsselmeervogels 3-2 Spakenburg (16:04:11)

It's one of the favourite games on our calendar: the derby of derbies in Spakenburg. Timing wasn't great for us this year though as we had a prior engagement in Ostend. Luckily, our friends at Stadiongebod were on the scene to report back....

There's Liverpool vs Everton. Manchester has got City vs United while Milan is Inter vs AC. But who needs all this red and blue city rivalry when you've IJsselmeervogels and Spakenburg?

Twice a year the charming little town of Spakenburg (population: 16.000) suffers from a severe case of derby fever when two non-professional teams, the Rooien (Reds, IJsselmeervogels) and Blauwen (Blues, Spakenburg), are about to clash. It is the time of the year that true colours are to be shown.

It is said that when you're introduced to your parents in law in Spakenburg, they are more concerned whether you support the right team than the future plans the two of you might have. In Spakenburg, the team you support is also your identity. You're blue or a red in the first place.

Note to self: order pair of IJsselmeervogels trousers and shoes

No lighty, no likely

Surely, there are enough derby's in the Dutch leagues but this one getting more and more popular amongst football fans around the country. All in search of the football authenticity they are becoming more and more deprived of in professional football. The atmosphere, the people...It isn't hard to see why fans from Germany, Belgium or England travel all the way up to Spakenburg. This game has got everything a derby needs with the rivalry of the two stretching far beyond the colours of their kits.

First, the backgrounds of the teams. IJsselmeervogels was established by labourers and fishermen whereas Spakenburg (ironically established as Windvogels and later Stormvogels) is the club of farmers and clerks. Secondly, there is a huge difference in success. IJsselmeervogels is by far the most succesfull team beating Spakenburg on league titles (31-6) and over-all championship in the non-league (6-1). And the rivalry is reflected by their accommodation as well. Their stadiums which are situated next to each other are amazing for non-league standards and they take pride in showing off to each other. When Spakenburg built a new stand a few years ago, you could expect IJsselmeervogels to build a bigger one shortly after.

"Vieze rooie" goes the chant (dirty red one)

During the build-up to the game, you could feel the tension rise in Spakenburg. Everywhere you look there are signs of (half of) the event of the year. Flags and banners hanging from the windows, kids with faces painted in Indian warrior style, and their parents also dressing up for the occasion. People were hosting parties in their back gardens around the town as there was to be no alcohol served at the ground or in the surrounding pubs - until the evening. And surely, the sight of these intimate blue or red gatherings added to the buzz. It is probably what derby fever is all about. And mind you, in its infectious. I noticed I was picking up pace on my way to the Westmaat, excited about what was about to happen.

The stadium was packed to the rim with a capacity of approximately 9,000 (that’s over half of the population of Spakenburg!). At least those were the official numbers. Loads of people sneaked in during the match or watched the game from the Spakenburg canteen and even from the banks outside the stadium.

After the ‘ultras’ of IJsselmeervogels and Spakenburg did their bit, the game kicked off. The tension was too much for the Spakenburg keeper as he slipped up twice gifting goals to the home side. The game had all the features you could wise for: 22 players determined to give it their best, a cheerful crowd, and handful of goals - while a dozen more chances were wasted, and some doubtful decisions by the ref. After the final whistle, and a 3-2 win for IJsselmeervoges the pitch - as per tradition - was invaded by the home supporters.

While they were celebrating, loads of people rushed off to head for the bars in town for some drinking sessions, either to remember or forget which colours they represented.

*As a footnote to this report, there were several complaints filed to the local press following this game with regards to the organisation of the derby. It was noted that fans had managed to gain access to the game despite not having match tickets. As it is, hundreds can no longer see the pitch during the match due to overcrowding. Large screens beaming the game live have been erected to partly alleviate the problem, but has the Spakenburg derby got too big for the town to cope with?

Every nook and cranny is taken. Has the derby got too big for Spakenburg?

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Like this? EFW was at the derby last year. Read all about it HERE.

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Monday 8 November 2010

The Spakenburg Derby

Take That and Party

SV Spakenburg 2-3 IJsselmeervogels (06:11:10)

The Spakenburg derby, derby of derbies, where have you been all my life? You can now lay claim to being the greatest match on earth, and the reason European Football Weekends were invented. Ticketmaster went into meltdown in the Netherlands last week, and not just because Take That were playing at the local EnormoDome. Everybody wanted to lay their mitts on a ticket for the 33rd village derby between the blues of SV Spakenburg, and the reds of IJsselmeervogels.

This was the first time the match had taken place in the newly formed Topklasse Division, the third tier of Dutch football. Previously, these two had been the most successful amateur clubs in the country. IJsselmeervogels Chairman Arian van de Vuurst had been a dissenting voice amongst those who wanted change, "professional football does not fit in with our culture" he harrumphed before the start of the season.

Traditionally, these two clubs have always tried to outdo each other on and off the pitch. When one team builds a new stand, the other will build one slightly bigger. Last season the reds let loose a pig on the pitch as a little dig at their rivals who they consider to be farmers. They themselves are proud to be known as the fishermen of the village. The blues responded by flying a light aircraft over the ground which dispensed inflatable toilet brushes onto the reds terrace. SV Spakenburg also unveiled their new mascot at the derby last year, a giant viking standing over 20 feet tall, brilliant.

Getting the horn at football - tick.

The Pope delivers his pre-match speech sermon.

Come on you Blues...

....and Reds.

Due to some previous problems between the two sets of fans - home made bombs and a bit of violence - the mayor insists that no alcohol can be served anywhere in the village until 5pm on derby day. Between 1995-2002 they were placed in separate divisions to calm things down, and that appears to have done the trick. Since they started playing each other again, there has been no problems at all. A tremendous amount of banter has replaced the need to fight. Police turn away anyone looking to make trouble and the match now takes place in a carnival atmosphere.

Fans of beer needn't have worried. EFW has contacts in pretty much every port these days, and Spakenburg is no exception. We'd been invited to a pre-derby party by the blues. A party that consisted of a tremendous amount of beer and food in the garden of our good friend Wim Muijs just around the corner from the stadium. There was around 80 other fans in there for company including, bizarrely, a coach load of Ajax supporters.

We marched en mass to the ground before the kick off, passing the stadium of the reds on the way - it is in the same street after all. Aside from being invited to their party, we'd plumped for the blues initially, because SV Spakenburg was easier to pronounce. I didn't much fancy trying to slip IJsselmeervogels into a little terrace ditty. This match has been referred to in some quarters as the 'spell check derby' - nod to Kevin Day for that one.

It was heaving mass of humanity both outside and in the Sportpark de Westmaat. Every nook and cranny had already been taken. This match now attracts fans from all over the Netherlands, and today, the whole of the country appeared to be here. Brilliantly, SV Spakenburg had produced thousands of blue and white viking helmets with flashing horns for the occasion. For their part, IJsselmeervogels had dished out red flags and humongous red balloons to their fans.

The terrace holding the vocal element of the home fans had been decorated with flashing blue disco lights. Flame fire cannons went off at regular intervals during the match as well as blue streamers. Of course, the giant viking was back. He's the size of a two buses, and then there was the Pope. Ah, the Pope....

The blues manager is called Andre Pope. Two weeks before the derby he was allegedly done for driving under the influence of a few beers. This was all the excuse the reds needed. To mock him, they had a man dressed as the pope who appeared to have a special licence to invade the playing surface as he wished. He was Vogels 12th man and spent as much time on the pitch - which is artificial by the way - as the players.

You'll notice I slipped the word 'Vogels' into that last paragraph. Vogels will do apparently, and we needn't mention the IJsselmeer bit. As such - and in the interests of fairness - we crossed the divide and spent half of the match with the blues and the other half in with the reds.

As the two teams emerged general carnage ensued, but in a nice way. Huge plumes of blue smoke rolled across the ground, those fire cannons went off, flags, balloons, the arms of the Pope, ticker-tape and anything anyone could get hold of was thrust into the air. What a welcome. And then it went silent as fans bit their nails and had their nerve ends shredded by the on the pitch antics.

The two teams emerge, somewhere in there...

....everything goes a bit mad...

....calm descends....

...until IJsselmeervogels start to turn the screw.

It was so busy in the stadium that it was a job to see the whole pitch. At one point, I went into the sports hall behind one of the stands to see if they were serving beer yet - they weren't - and found around 1000 fans in their watching the match on giant screens. There were people everywhere. Officially, the crowd was given as being 8500. Blink blink.

Despite SV Spakenburg topping the league and having played the better football all season, they froze on the big occasion. Vogels ran out 3-2 winners and thoroughly deserved the win. Their supporters poured onto the pitch at the end and celebrated in the centre circle why the home fans shed tears of remorse into their viking helmets. SV Spakenburg will be back though. This Wednesday they travel to PSV Eindhoven in the Dutch FA Cup and will have the backing of 1500 fans who are travelling up in a convoy of over 25 coaches.

I'll take your word for it.

I've got a colour accent feature on my camera, and I'm jolly well going to use it.

Now, it was time for the fun bit. They love to party in this village, any excuse. There was a party on the Thursday before the match when the women's teams played against each other - SV Spakenburg won that game 7 (seven) nil - and now it was time for us to join the fun and games. Behind each of the two stadiums is a sports hall, both were staging parties, and by now the beer was flowing - gallons of it.

We kicked off with the blues. The DJ was trying to get things going, but with their teams defeat the fans weren't really in the mood. It was still brilliant in there, but we had to move on. Two hours later - and without anyone looking - we sneaked out, walked across the pitch of the reds stadium and into their party. My word. The IJsselmeervogels team were on the stage, fans were standing on tables and chairs singing. It was as if they'd won the world cup.

The night ended with the inevitable swinging of a shoe on the dance-floor. We danced to a traditional mix of euro techno pop, football party tapes and, ahem, Coldplay. The Pope was there of course. We danced with him to. It sounds silly now, but the most popular dance of the night was some sort of Hokey Cokey number. I say silly, but when you've had a skin full of beer and you're on your holidays, it's is tremendous fun.

If you've ever wondered what happened to the dry ice machines that were made redundant after Top of the Pops stopped filming, don't. They've all been brought up by the folk of Spakenburg. Dry ice filled both sports halls all night. This was, and is, the party of the year and everyone was out and dressed to impress. I haven't been to a party for around five years and now I was on my third of the day.

That was the Spakenburg derby. I've tried to convey at least some of the magic, and I hope some of it has come across. Of course the fans themselves take it very seriously indeed, but that never once threatened to spill over into violence. Many of them partied together afterwards. This is why I think this is the derby of derbies, and one of the best matches going. The return fixture is on April 16, European Football Weekends will be there, will you?