Hamburger Sportverein
Dieselstrasse 6
22307 Hamburg
Germany
Ground Number: 1583
Friday 11th September 2026
HSV Barmbek-Uhlenhorst 0-3 FC Union Tornesch
Landesliga Hamburg Hammonia
HSV BARMBEK-UHLENHORST - A BRIEF HISTORY
Although the club was established in 1923, it can trace its roots back to 1909 as a wider sports club when several local sides merged. Barmbeck-Uhlenhorst Turnverein 1876, Männer Turnverein 1888 Barmbeck-Uhlenhorst, and Barmbecker Turnverein 1902 merged to create Hamburger Turnerschaft Barmbeck-Uhlenhorst 1876, with a football section established in 1911. The club was established in its own right in 1923 as they broke away to go it alone. They won the Amateurliga Hamburg title in 1963 and beat Leu Braunschweig 3-1 in a playoff to reach the Regionalliga Nord (second tier). They were quickly relegated, but earned a second Amateurliga title in 1966 to return to the second tier, where they would play the next eight seasons as a mid- to lower-table side. HSV made appearances in the DFB-Pokal (German Cup) tournament from 1973 to 1976, but went out in the early rounds.
MY VISIT
Following the West Lancashire Hop, I got a reasonable night's sleep. Rather than walk to Wycombe and back, I stuck to my local area as I was off out later. I passed the afternoon away at home before leaving at 3.50 for Wycombe Wanderers v Sheffield Wednesday. I walked with Colin to town and had at Wetherspoons a buffalo burger with all the trimmings, plus an Irn Bru beer. Then a pint of Stowford Press before a pint of Stan's Big Apple at the Rose and Crown. Then some soft drinks and a chocolate bar at the local shop near the ground. Thirteen miles walked in all, and despite my pessimism for the game, in a good mood. Thanks to poor defending by Wednesday, Connor Woodrow gave us the lead on six minutes after they'd dominated. Sloppy defending from Wycombe allowed Louis Barry in for an equaliser on 11 minutes. A penalty just before half-time gave the Owls the lead, but it wasn't really deserved. There were no further goals, but plenty of questionable refereeing. With my work alarm back on at 3.05 in the morning, it was annoyingly slow to get home, but it was a free lift so I can't complain. I couldn't get to sleep straight away, and so after only a few hours of sleep before my 3.05 alarm, I needed a nap after work.
I awoke to the disappointing news that I didn't manage to secure St Pauli tickets for my trip to Hamburg in a week or so. Meanwhile, PuffPuff was doing what looked like a great place at Denaby Main and put out on Twitter that he'd had four portions of double cheeseburger and chips. Probably a wind-up, but not instantly dismissable. It also looked to be the end of 'silly season' with nights rapidly drawing in. The week at work was a short one, just three days. At the end of it, it was a sober one following me having a few on Tuesday, but I did go up to Flackwell Heath v Hanwell Town in the FA Cup. It was a bumper crowd as Friday night football works. £10 was a fair price for step 4 v step 3, but it was not the greatest of games, with defences well on top. Just as it looked as if my 56 games without a 0-0 would end, Zak Joseph seized on a loose ball to give Hanwell the lead. A dull game ended, and I went home, the night out costing me £13 with travel costs. I got over nine hours of sleep, rather than the usual 4-5 and woke up feeling better.
After a shower and getting dressed, I started my walk down Wycombe, hoping to get to Spoons in time for a Breakfast Muffin deal. They had Black Dragon in too, so a pint of that, some chips and a Stowford Press set me up well before a pint of Strongbow at the Rose and Crown. Snacks were acquired from Poundland before the game. It was all good at half-time, 2-0 up, but some utterly pathetic defending saw us 3-2 down twelve minutes into the second half, with three conceded in eight minutes. We did equalise through new signing Jayden Wareham, but it felt like a defeat. It was a glum walk back to town; had the scoring happened the other way around, I'd have been elated, but that's football for you. I would have had a lovely post-match had we won, but made do with a couple of pints of Black Dragon again at Spoons. I had a pizza on the way home and spent far more than intended. I was home just after 9 and in bed just after 10, which made for a poor night's sleep. The following day was an eight-hour shift at work, followed by a walk up to Penn & Tylers Green v Kidlington in the Women's FA Cup, with the home side winning 7-1. The six-mile walk was undone by my halftime portion of chips, though.
Tuesday was my usual day off, but typically, it was beset by rain. I decided not to let the weather dictate what I do, as it wasn't too heavy anyway. Whilst I was walking down, I got the disappointing news that Wycombe had sacked their manager, Mike Duff, after less than a year in charge. Since they've come in, our 'ownership group' have destroyed the culture and everything that made Wycombe Wanderers special. Mikheil Lomtadze (the money man) appointed his hapless, mute brother-in-law and his college friend Dan Rice to oversee club affairs. Since they've come in, they've forced club favourite and loyal Chairboy of 22 years, Matt Bloomfield, out of the club, despite us being top of the league. We then appointed the woefully underqualified Mike Dodds, a nice guy, but we fell down the league and were lucky to make the playoffs, where we bumbled out against Charlton. Unsurprisingly, it ended with Dodds' sacking and the appointment of Michael Duff, who has plenty of know-how at this level. Although we were on a poor run, it was against some of the better sides in the division and left the vast majority of fans on Twitter bemused and angry at the club. Later that day, another yes-man, Tom Hounsell, was appointed as interim manager despite being behind the scenes for the last two appointments, another pal of Dan Rice. The rest of the day was spent getting ready for my upcoming trip, checking in for my flight and getting things like my passport ready.
I was glad to be going up to my local club, Holmer Green, for their game against Langley. It's far better value, less stressful and they certainly appreciate my £8 entry fee more than Wycombe do for my season ticket. It turned out to be a cracking game in the Berks and Bucks Cup, 3-3, with Holmer Green winning 4-3 on penalties. As well as the nights drawing in, it was also getting nippy, and I should have taken my coat. I was unusually tired on Wednesday, so I was glad that I'd pulled out of a trip to New Milton as I got an early night. I'd have no problem were it Tuesday, but I didn't want to drive tired. Frustratingly, they always play midweek on Wednesday, which doesn't suit my work plans, so I will do it on a Saturday. I was more than happy to finish early on Thursday and go home. I walked down Wycombe and had lunch at Mr T's and a cookie at Lidl, which no doubt undid the good work that my walk did. The main reason I went down was to get a new pair of trainers, which I did: some Adidas for £30. It had been an expensive couple of months for me, so I am glad to have my credit card. It was a quiet evening, much the same as a workday. I left my alarms as they were, since I had to be up around a similar time.
After getting dressed and having some breakfast, I walked the 80 minutes to the bus station, catching the 05:15 bus to Heathrow. It was a basic vehicle, no USB charging, but every 20 minutes at this time of day was impressive. I was at the airport by 6.15 and after a walk, the swift security saw me in the Frank Whittle Wetherspoons at 6.35. It was my 555th and second of three at Heathrow. I just needed something from Terminal 4 now to get the Star Light done. It was not the greatest selection, but bottles of Aspall's and Kopparberg Sweet Vintage Pear cost me £12.80 and helped me relax before the flight. It was then a couple of bottles of £1 Rubicon from WH Smith before the walk to gate A24. I slept on the plane, and we got into Hamburg just before 11.30. Passport control took their time, but I was out of the airport 40 minutes later. The Hamburg Transport app wasn't accepting any of my cards, so I got a day ticket from the machine for €8.20, good value with the airport transfer. My first stop after two trains was the Beyond Beer Micropub for a £22.28 wine-bottle-sized Appel Wein from Kemkur Kultuur. Superb and worth the spend, and I felt a lot better after it, even with the total mess going on back home at Wycombe Wanderers. I got some bits at the Penny Supermarket before checking in.
It was a decent room for under £130 for three nights. My usual favourite chain, IBIS, was twice the price. I relaxed in my room until 5.50 before heading out. The directions were all over the place and required a phone reset, although I still made progress. I stopped at a local REWE for snacks before going in. Entry was an excellent value €6 with ticket and programme, and a beef Bratwurst was €3.50. Barmbek were the better side early on, but they went behind after 9 minutes when Hannes Rudek scored a penalty. It was a rather flat first half after that, with the visitors content to sit on their lead and neither side offering much up front. On 50 minutes, Union Tornesch made it 2-0, a well-worked move and a finish from Tim Eberle. It had become a rather one-sided contest, and Max Konetzny made it 3-0 from the spot on 81 minutes. Tornesch were reduced to ten in injury time, having a player harshly sent off for a challenge.
THE GROUND
STADION AN DER DIESELSTRASSE is an excellent setup for the sixth tier in Germany. A large covered stand with benches sits in the middle of one side, flanked by open terracing. The rest of the ground is open hard standing. There are a colourful set of fans who get behind the team. Food and drink-wise, it is the usual quality German sausages amongst other things. There are also beers and soft drinks, both on the terrace and up in the pleasant bar. A decent range of merch is also available at fair prices. Entry is superb value for 6 Euros, with a paper ticket and programme. There is plenty of parking and public transport, with the metro station ten minutes' walk away
