Real Madrid v Vfl Wolfsburg. 12/04/16

"You had your match ticket stolen? Do not worry, we will buy you the beers"

Real Madrid 3-0 Vfl Wolfsburg. Santiago Bernabeu.
Tuesday 12/04/16

If, at the start of just the second Champions League campaign in Wolfsburg's history, you had have said, "I reckon we'll be watching them in the second leg of quarter finals against Real Madrid at the Santiago Bernabeu with a 2-0 lead", then you'd more than likely have been sectioned.

Well, there is no need to section me as I never actually got to watch the game at the famous Bernabeu. Yes, I had a ticket for what was all set to be one of the biggest nights in Die Wolfe's history. But with 30 minutes to go before kick off, that ticket along with the rest of the contents of my wallet was pickpocketed away in a mass crush outside the stadium.

Took a rare photo of the match ticket - it is almost
like I knew what was going to happen...

Let’s lay our cards on the table here – I don’t really like Spain that much. Never have done. There isn’t one particular reason why but on previous visits to Valencia and Barcelona, I’ve just never got why holidaymakers are so keen to flock there.

Madrid was, however, slowly turning that view around. We found plenty of good pubs across the city, the people were friendly and anywhere that offers you a free plate of food when you buy a beer is always likely to make it onto the good venue list. It’s what has always counted in Italy’s favour, after all.

Beer and complimentaty food - don't mind if I do

 The fact we didn’t even have anywhere to stay didn’t seem like an inconvenience in the run up to the game. Nor the fact that it spent most of the day raining, which mean that we would be sleeping in Madrid airport afterwards in soaking wet clothes.

The impressive Bernabeu

A great stadium - wonder what it is like on the inside?

The feelgood factor of the trip started the moment we arrived at the Bernabeu for a cursory look around in the morning. Like it’s other famous Spanish stadium counterpart Camp Nou, it appears to be a tourist attraction first, football ground second. Even though this was a match day and there were no doubt countless things going on inside to ensure the ground was ready for action, thousands of tourists had flocked there to visit the Madrid Megastore which was more akin to a department store than a football club shop and to take the ground tour.

From the outside, it was mightily impressive. A huge concrete structure looming over busy roads. Despite it’s size, it is in such a densely built up area that until you are stood next to it, you can’t actually see it. It just appears from nowhere which adds to the mystique and grandness of the place. If it is that impressive from the outside, imagine how good it will be from the inside? Well, I never got to find out.

No trip to Spain is complete without a Spanish
omelette

Pint of C please barman

After that saunter around, it was back to the city centre and to the Wolfsburg meet point for some beers with our fellow Die Wolfe fans. Despite holding a 2-0 lead from the first leg, most were approaching the evening game with a sense of trepidation and not many were expecting, come 11pm local time, for their side to be in the last four of Europe’s premier knockout competition. That didn’t stop the party though, a large crowd assembling in Plaza de Santa Ana under the careful watch of the local police for a sing song and the customary pre match drinks, after which it was back off to the ground.

Someone obviously didn't like their pint, depositing
half a plant into it

Go to a Real Madrid game, pick up some food
for your dog from a stall outside the ground

It was when passing under one of the four giant entrance tunnels that are dotted on each corner of the Bernabeu that the pickpocketing incident happened. These funnel people into a remarkably small area, around 10 people wide which with 75,000 odd fighting their way in can lead to an almighty crush. Entering this almighty crush, the wallet was safely stored in the front pocket. Exiting this almighty crush, it was gone – nowhere to be seen on the floor and seemingly not handed in anywhere.

So what do you do when you’ve lost the entire contents of your wallet and €75 worth of match ticket? Firstly, you tell your companion to go. Andy didn’t need telling twice and he disappeared with the agreement that we would meet up at the airport afterwards. Secondly, you find somewhere to watch the game.

All around the Bernabeu’s little side streets are small kebab shop type places that feature big screen televisions. They are also serve beer and it is to these that the local supporters who have been priced out of going to games come to watch their team. They are absolutely heaving and so I settled into one of these, sheltered out of the rain, to catch what could be an historic night for Wolfsburg.

Watching the game in a kebab shop was a new
experience

One young girl of no more than 15 was soon intrigued as to what I, an Englishman in a Wolfsburg shirt, was doing watching the game in this café with her and around 100 Madrid supporters. And so I explained pickpocketgate, after which she took pity on me and said not to worry, her and her group of friends numbering four who must surely have all had school the next morning would buy me beers to make up for it. Her English needed improving and she was sorry about what happened.

Now in most situations, taking beer off a 15-year-old girl would be a pretty grey area but, this being Spain with its liberal approach to life meant that I didn’t think twice about thanking her and instantly found a pint of Mahou thrust into my hand by one of her friends. Their pity grew as Cristiano Ronaldo showed just why he is the best player in the world with a hat-trick to fire Real into the semi finals thanks to a 3-0 win. Not only had this poor English Wolfsburg fan had his match ticket stolen, but he had also seen his side blow a 2-0 first leg lead. Let’s get him some more beers.

A handy hand dryer for drying yourself off before
a night of sleeping in the airport

Snoop Andy settles down for the night

Eventually, I had to drag myself away from the happy party and head back to the airport for some sleep ahead of the 7am flight home. Such was the ferocity of the rain that even the 10 minute walk to the metro station left me utterly drenched. Thankfully, Madrid Airport had taken soaked passengers sleeping in their facility into account and installed the most powerful hand dryers available in the gents which were soon being used by the multitude of Wolfsburg fans all spending the night at the airport to dry out their clothes.

Soaked, robbed and despondent. Was this then the final nail in Spain’s coffin? Well why it may have been a totally pointless trip in footballing terms, that didn’t make it any less enjoyable. And sorry Mr Farrage – I may have been pickpocketed by one of these nasty foreigners you keep warning us about, but I won’t be voting to leave the EU anytime soon. You can thank the friendly local girls and the Mahou for that.

Real Madrid: Keylor Navas, Daniel Carvajal, Pepe, Sergio Ramos, Marcelo, Luka Modric (Raphael Varane), Casemiro, Toni Kroos, Gareth Bale, Cristiano Ronaldo 3, Karim Benzema (Jese).

Vfl Wolfsburg: Diego Benaglio, Vierinha, Naldo, Dante, Ricardo Rodriguez, Joshua Guilavogui (Bas Dost), Luiz Gustavo, Bruno Henrique (Daniel Caligiuri), Maxi Arnold, Julian Draxler (Max Kruse), Andre Schurrle.

Attendance: 76,684

Gent v Vfl Wolfsburg. 17/02/16

"Ghent has the world’s most vegetarian restaurants per head. Thank Christ we'll be too busy drinking to eat anything"

Gent 2-3 Vfl Wolfsburg. Ghelamco Arena.
Wednesday 17/02/16

If your team reaches the Champions League knockout stages for the first time in their history and you know you have very little chance of lifting the trophy come the end of the season, then perceived wisdom suggests you should want to draw one of the big boys and go out with a bang and a trip to one of Europe's Cathedrals of football.

Well sod that. With all due respect to those at Camp Nou, the Bernabeu or Juventus Stadium, the place we wanted Wolfsburg to be sent to was Ghelamco Arena, home of the Belgian champions and another side losing their Champions League last 16 virginity, Gent.

The reason behind shunning the big boys in favour of the tournaments smallest remaining club was very simple. A well respected and experienced traveller had described the city of Ghent to us as "Bruges but on a smaller scale, cheaper and with a lot less tourists". Having experienced Bruges on last years Belgian themed football trip, that basically meant an absolute plethora of pubs to visit all serving beers that would blow your head off - metaphorically speaking of course.

Tongerlo - only 6.5%

Thankfully, the footballing Gods came together to decree that Wolfsburg would visit Gent and so we found ourselves emailing our old mate, Holger Ballwanz. A word on Holger here if I may diverge - and I may, it is my blog after all. Holger played nearly 200 times for Wolfsburg and is now what is effectively a Fan Liason Officer. He looks after the supporters and for reason that very few people would be able to fathom other than a highly paid psychiatrist, we are among those supporters. It is obviously difficult for us to sort out tickets for ourselves living 600 odd miles away but Holger without fail always manages to get them on our behalf. It's like somebody in Germany getting in contact with a retired Ledley King at Spurs and him sorting out tickets for them whenever they can make a game. Can you ever imagine that happening in the profit and corporate driven world of the Premier League? No, and that is why German football is superior.

Knowing full well the damage that Belgian beer has reeked on the broken bodies and minds of greater men on previous visits, the wise decision was taken to embark on just the three beers on the Eurostar over, with one following while we awaited a connection at Brussels. The Eurostar is a glorious way to travel, even more so when you can go onwards to anywhere in Belgium with your ticket and we took full advantage of that to arrive in Ghent at around 3pm.

Saint Nickolas Church

That left the best part of six hours until kick off, plenty of time to "explore". That exploration took us to see Saint Nickolas Church and have a wander around the cobbled streets which confirmed one aspect of the Bruges comparison. But how would Ghent do in the beer stakes against it's northern cousin? Well, the 10 bars we visited over the course of the evening suggests pretty well.

Wolfsburg had arranged for their supporters to meet in Dulle Griet before the game which we duly did for a few "weak" beers of only 8%. That loosened up the tongue for when the inevitable questions came as we began chatting to Die Wolfe's travelling army about why we supported their club with the answer of "Schteve McClaren" resulting in the normal reaction of bemusement and the sort of look you tend to reserve for people who you suspect should be locked up in a secure mental facility.

Wolfsburg fans enjoying the beer in Dulle Griet

"So, why do you support Wolfsburg?"

Mental we may be, but this was our third away game out of four on the Champions League tour with Wolfsburg and we were soon being asked if we were joining the fans on the shuttle bus for the journey to the ground. No was the answer - it would be leaving two hours before kick off and we had to visit plenty more pubs. Purely for research purposes in our quest to compare the city to Bruges, you understand.

And so we left our fellow Wolfsburg fans and headed off on this mission of great importance. It took us to Primus, The Cover, Trefpunt, Gloria and Bar des Amis before the game. Trefpunt and Gloria were the stand out pubs of these, the former for having a man with the greatest waxed moustache I have ever seen in my life and the latter for being an underground bar that appeared to have been hollowed out of a cave and was lit with what seemed to be only candles.

Piers enjoys his beer in a cave

Like a good batsman building his innings, we'd got our eye in with the 8% stuff and by the time we were in the taxi heading to Ghelmaco Arena we'd moved through the gears to hit the 14% beer. This proved to be a dangerous move in terms of bladder control as the stadium was some way out of the city. Ghelmaco Arena was only opened in 2013, which Wikipedia reliably informs me makes it the first new stadium to open in Belgium since 1974.

Ghelamco Arena - or a shopping centre?

From the outside, it looked more like a shopping centre, very square and lit up in the brilliant bright blue colours of Gent - although on this evening, the wonderfully nicknamed Buffalos played in a stunning electric yellow. It's on the small side, holding just 20,000 which means tickets are hard to come by for a lot of games. But that smallness and intimacy leads to an excellent atmosphere which is no doubt helped by the fact that the stands are steep, keeping the noise in and the fans close to the pitch. It also clearly has the corporate fan in mind, with the two stands along the sides of the pitch featuring a whole host of executive box facilities as well as some giant windows that jutted out over the back couple of rows of seats.

Big window

Ghelamco Arena in all her glory

The Wolfsburg support were kept in one corner and had plenty to cheer, thanks partly to the Belgian champions bizarre formation. Now despite being a Sunday League title winning manager, I'm not going to claim to be Gary Neville with an iPad at the best of times, let alone after 10 pints of Belgian beer. But Gent seemed to be in a rather odd 3-1-3-1-2 set up which needless to say was a total disaster for 80 minutes. They were also up against Julian Draxler who was playing like a man possessed. The German international scored one right on the stroke of half time and then added a second ten minutes after the restart. Max Kruse added the third after which Wolfsburg hit the bar. It could have been a massacre but somehow Gent will go to Germany for the second leg still in the tie as the Wolfsburg defenced parted like the proverbial red sea in the last ten minutes to allow Sven Kums and Kalifa Coulibaly to pull two back with the game finishing 3-2.

A very intimiate and impressive stadium

Lady luck was with us again as we exited the Ghelmaco as we managed to jump straight in a taxi along with Rob, another bloke we discovered who travels out from England to support Wolfsburg, with the instruction to the driver of "take us where the nightlife is." The man absolutely delivered on this front, dropping us in a student area packed with bars and we soon found one local chap who was happy to take us on yet another pub crawl to toast the Wolfsburg win which saw us add Rock Circus, Salamander and Delirium to the pubs list.

Ghent has the most vegetarian restaurants per head of any city in the world which meant we’d avoided eating all day and so you can only imagine the relief when the bar lady in Salamader took pity on our food plight and presented us with a complimentary sausage. This is not a euphemism, but one genuine meat sausage on a plate. "Don't have too much mustard, it is very hot," was the friendly warning which was needless to say ignored - the result being that the mustard was nearly so hot as to make me sick. Still, having the roof of your mouth burnt off is better than eating something veggie.

More beer please captain

We eventually stumbled back to the hotel at 3am, waking up the next morning in a world of too-much-strong-Belgian-beer related trouble as confidently predicted some 12 hours previously. But the ultimate conclusion was that our learned friend had actually got it wrong in his description of Ghent. 

Ghent was like Bruges, but on a smaller scale, cheaper and with less tourists - and slightly better. High praise indeed.

Gent: Matz Sels, Lasse Neilsen, Stefan Mitrovic, Nana Asare, Thomas Foket, Renato Neto, Sven Kums 1, Brecht Dejaegere, Danijel Milicevic (Kenny Saief), Laurent Depoirte (Kalifa Coulibaly 1), Moses Daddy Simon (Thomas Matton).

Vfl Wolfsburg: Koen Casteels, Sebastian Jung (Andre Schurrle), Robin Knoche, Dante, Ricardo Rodriguez, Luzi Gustavo, Maxi Arnold, Vieirinha (Marcel Shafer), Christian Trasch, Julian Draxler 2, Max Kruse 1 (Leandro Putaro).

Attendance: 19,978

PSV Eindhoven v Vfl Wolfsburg. 03/11/15

"If Wolfsburg are going to lose this game then I hope it is 9-0 so we get to hear Zombie Nation eight more times."

PSV Eindhoven 2-0 Vfl Wolfsburg. Philips Stadion.
Tuesday 03/11/15

It sounds like a dream inspired by a combination of the strongest gouda and edam imaginable - a street that features 50 different bars with names such as Sgt Peppers and the Tipsy Duck. But this is no dream, no figment of the imagination like Diagon Alley (sorry kids, Harry Potter isn't real). It exists and is alive and well in Eindhoven, the latest destination in the Vfl Wolfsburg 2015-16 Champions League tour.

Interesting light effects around the cathedral

It's name is Stratumseind and it isn't particularly long. It stretches just the 200 odd metres from the imposing figure of St Catherine's Cathedral down to the River Dommel but in that space it has packed in a plethora of licensed venues varying from nice cafes to traditional English pubs to smokey venues that pump out European dance music into the early hours. Yes, we're talking 2 Unlimited.

Train beers from Amsterdam to wonderful Eindhoven

Two away games into Wolfsburg's first Champions League campaign since 2009 and only the second ever in the cubs history, finding gems like Stratumseind has represented one of the few highlights of going away with Die Wolfe so far. The home form for Dieter Hecking's men has been good - two games, two victories over both their opponents here PSV Eindhoven and CSKA Moscow. Away from home, not so good as they arrived in the Netherlands having lost their only game on the road against Manchester United at the end of September.

That hadn't stopped several hundred Wolfsburg fans making the four hour trip via coach and train while we'd headed there by flying into Amsterdam and then catching a 90 minute train. Complete with train beers, of course.

Hertog Jan - fantastic Dutch beer

It wasn't just Strastumseind that highlighted the best of Eindhoven's drinking holes. Eindhoven is after all a big university city with plenty of places for students to go and that meant we got through our fair share of beer - into the double figures of pints, gulp - before kick off at the Philips Stadion.

And the Philips earned Eindhoven another tick in the box, being one of those all too rare a breed of grounds that is bang in the city centre. Being little more than a ten minute walk from Stratumseind we joined a friendly PSV fan who not only showed us the way but then bought us a beer from the stands that had been handily set up around the stadium. "F**k UEFA, if they don't let us drink in there we drink out here". Couldn't agree more, mate.

Rumble, Rboert, our new PSV friend and McCarthy "f**king Uefa"
with some beer outside the Stadion

The Wolfsburg support was kept high in one corner of the stadium with a pretty poor view of the action. The ground itself appeared excellent from up in the Gods with the steep stands packed with beered up PSV fans and a rocking atmosphere that was no doubt helped by the home sides dominance of the game which they went onto win 2-0.

Philips Stadion - cracking view from the away end

Philips Stadion toilets - or were they showers?

Jurgen Locadia and Luuk De Jong were the goalscorers as PSV kept this wide open group even more wide open than it was before kick off. The 1990s dance music wasn't restricted to the pre and post game partying either, both PSV goals and the traditional end of game lap of honour being carried out to the brilliant tones of Zombie Nation and Kenkraft 400 which was incidentally one of Rumble's top remixes back in his days of being a London DJ. Could this place get any better?

An alternative view - should have started the game there

Well, yes it could. All those Wolfsburg fans not traveling back on the coach that evening - and there were quite a few madmen planning on staying up all night to catch the 6am train home - were ushered back into the ground and walked around the perimeter track to get out. Which gave a much better perspective of what a fantastic ground the Philips Stadion was if you weren't penned into a corner up in the clouds.

Exiting the ground via the pitch was a new one...

The imposing stands of the Philips Stadion

Pubs giving out free emergency services
helmets - tick

Post-game entertainment? Well that was pubs giving out free firemen and police helmets and fireworks and flares galore going off. Rumble kept up his fine record of falling asleep in foreign night clubs. And I woke up the next morning in the hotel covered in stolen butter. All on Stratumseind of course, the greatest street in the world. Unofficially.

PSV Eindhoven: Jeroen Zot, Joshua Brenet, Santiago Arias, Jeffrey Bruma, Hector Moreno, Jose Andres Guardado, Davy Propper, Adam Maher (Jorrit Hendrix), Luciano Narsingh (Gaston Pereiro), Luuk De Jong 1, Jurgen Locadia 1 (Nicolas Isimat-Mirin).

Vfl Wolfsburg: Diego Benaglio, Sebastian Jung, Ricardo Rodriguez, Timm Klose, Naldo, Luiz Gustavo, Daniel Caligiuri, Joshua Guilavogui (Julian Draxler), Andre Schurrle (Vieirinha), Max Arnold, Bas Dost (Nicklas Bendtner).

Attendance: 35,000

Lille OSC v Vfl Wolfsburg. 11/12/14

"When the waiter said 11, I presumed he meant the cost of the round not the strength of the bloody beer."

Lille OSC 0-3 Vfl Wolfsburg. Stade Pierre-Mauory.
Thursday 11/12/14

Christmas is becoming a more and more popular time to head off to the continent for a few days. You've got Christmas markets, mulled wine, the chance to shop for gifts for loved ones and the final round of matches in the Europa League.

And that is why, two weeks before the big man in a red suit does his rounds we were boarding the Eurostar to Lille. Regular readers will know that despite being more than happy to watch any German team, I do actually support one - Vfl Wolfsburg. This came about because of a long winded obsession with Schteve McClaren and although the man of a thousand accents may have long since departed Volkswagen Arena, the love for Die Wolfe remains.

Standard ferris wheel and giant tree

Wolfsburg found themselves back in European competition after a five year absence for this season and as luck would have it, their final group game threw up a trip just 90 minutes and only £60 from London St Pancras to Lille on the Belgian border. The 10th and final McCarthy's Football Travels trip of 2014  had practically booked itself.

Lille Christmas Market - frankly, a disappointment

Lille Christmas Market itself was something of a disappointment. It had the standard issue massive tree in a square as well as a ferris wheel but the stalls themselves left a lot to be desired - especially for those of us who go to these things in the search of beer. The only beer that could be found was mulled beer - an invention as terrible as it sounds.

Mulled beer - as disgusting as it sounds

Take a small glass of strong Leffe, heat it up to radioactive levels, shove a piece of lemon in it and you have mulled beer. A drink so disgusting that the only way to get rid of it effectively is by necking it - something far from advisable when a liquid is hotter than a fragment of the sun. Thankfully, there was plenty of the more traditional mulled wine on offer to take away the taste as well as a decent selection of food including a human head sized slice of what amounted to bread with cheese in it that went down very well with Andy the Vegetarian.

Drink driving laws differ in France

While the market may have left a lot to be desired, the city itself did not. Like most places in France, the bars didn't really kick into life until early evening due to everybody being on strike during the day but we found plenty of them to drink in. Lille's close proximity to Belgium meant that not only were decent French beers on offer but plenty of ridiculously strong Belgian ones as well.

Pay attention in GCSE French, otherwise you can end up
erroneously ordering an 11% beer in a ridiculous glass

If Nicky Morgan is reading this and is looking for suggestions to improve GCSE French, then here he is one - add a significant unit on ordering drinks. Had this have been in the syllabus a decade ago, its probable that the sort of problems that can arise from mistakenly believing that eleven is the price of the round as opposed to the strength of beer could have been avoided and my memory of the rest of the day would not be as fuzzy from that point on. Michael Gove would almost certainly take this on board...

20 beers on tap = BEER HEAVEN

What probably didn't help matters and can in no way be attributed to the language barrier was finding a bar after Beerstrengthgate that had 20 (TWENTY) different beers on tap. Attempting to have a half of each to complete the set was again something that you'd have to say a British Secretary of State for Education is unlikely to be able help with.

Stade Pierre-Mauroy was around a 20 minute metro ride from the city centre. It opened in 2012 and is built a long way out of town but with surrounding hotel complexes, restaurants and bars you can arrive there reasonably early and have plenty to do - namely, more drinking. The stadium itself looks suspiciously like the Allianz from the outside until you get closer and realise the entire exterior is in fact transparent.

Stade Pierre-Mauroy's transparent exterior

Stade Pierre-Mauroy 

Lille OSC - decent home ground

Inside it is three tiered all the way around and for our visit the roof was shut which led to a decent atmosphere and the unusual scenario of it being relatively warm inside the ground despite being freezing cold out. We'd sourced tickets in the home end and given the stories of the fun and games that Everton had while out there for a previous group game, decided to keep our heads down and not give away the fact that we were English supporting Wolfsburg fans for fear of a) violent reprisal and more potently b) having to explain why we support Die Wolfe.

Not the only English idiots supporting Wolfsburg it would seem...

It soon became apparent that the first point wasn't going to be a problem and so at half time (with the visitors leading 1-0 through Vieirinha) we found a friendly steward manning the segregation fence, explained the predicament without thankfully having to mention Schteve and were allowed to join our fellow Wolfsburg fans for the second half.

This was a good move as Wolfsburg went onto add another two goals through the seasonal figure of Jesus Christ look-a-like Ricardo Rodriguez. That despite going down to ten men thanks to a red card for Joshua Guilavogui. Lille couldn't find a way past the inspired Diego Bengalio, who even saved a penalty to preserve the clean sheet and 3-0 win to send Die Wolfe into the knockout stages and a meeting with Sporting Lisbon.

Ole ole ole!

The Wolfsburg fans were held in the ground afterwards but that wasn't a problem as the players came over to do some dancing in front of the away support to celebrate the victory - a theme that was taken up by the fans in the bars of Lille afterwards.

One of the golden rules of football trips abroad is never go to an Irish bar but we abandoned that to visit O Scotland - the French don't do irony or a sense of humour in general so this must have been a genuine mistake in terms of naming. The reason for ignoring that long held guideline? The place was packed with the strange mixture of Wolfsburg fans and delegates from a French/British conference on ecology that was taking place in the city.

Discussing football.....and ecology in O Scotland

Quite the crowd but a great one if you wanted to discuss Rodriguez's free kick, Bengalio's penalty save or the importance of Nicklas Bendtner on Wolfsburg's mightily impressive campaign to date alongside the less important issues of ecosystems and the worlds environment.

All of which we were naturally fluent in by the time that 3am rolled around and O Scotland was shutting for business. Who knew that female chamois in France age faster than those in Switzerland? It is amazing what 11% beer can help you learn.

The Wolfsburg massive

Good nights work for Die Wolfe

Stade Pierre-Mauroy empty as the Wolfsburg fans are locked in

Lille OSC: Vincent Enyeama, Simon Kjaer, Djibril Sdibe, Papa Souare, Marko Basa, Sebastien Corchia (Ronny Rodelin), Florent Balmont, Idrissa Gueye (Souahilo Meite), Ryan Mendes (Nolan Roux), Rio Mavuba, Divock Origi.

Vfl Wolfsburg: Diego Bengalio, Sebastian Jung, Naldo, Robin Knoche, Ricardo Rodriguez 2, Vieirinha 1 (Bernard Malanda Adje), Ivan Perisic, Kevin De Bruyne (Daniel Caligiuri), Luiz Gustavo, Joshua Guilavogui, Ivica Olic (Bas Dost).

Attendance: 33,559.