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Its April 8th, Tuesday evening 7 o clock. Im on my way to the Westfalenstadion because today is our second Champions League match against Malaga. At the stop Moellerbrücke I am leaving the local train and on the platform I meet Achim. Achim, living in the same Dortmund suburb like me, is a person to whom I have only a nodding acquaintance. Sometimes we meet in the supermarket or at the station and mainly we talk about Borussia Dortmund. What else? And on this remarkable Tuesday it's the same business as usual.