Saturday night at half past seven. Four impressive light towers shine high above the Diaz Arena. At eight gates, a motley crew of supporters in green, red and yellow shuffle along. The air is filled with the smell of tasty hamburgers, fries and freshly cut grass. On the deep green carpet, you hear the sound of a solid ball key, music blares through the speakers, the cheering on the benches swells, supporters get up. Five to eight. 22 gladiators emerge from the players' tunnel and step onto the holy mat. Concentrated gaze. Supporters' chants roll from the stands. A hymn, a sharp whistle ... the kick-off is given. The fierce battle for victory has begun.