You could say '60 is Munich's Hertha. Always loud, always thumping their chests, alsways destined for greatness, if only the present and the facts didn't intervene. With a dependable, not infrequently violent, fan base but no recognition abroad. They were founding members of the Bundesliga (while Bayern weren't, as they like to point out) and, after more downs than ups, enjoyed a streak of moderate success in the early oughts, coincident with Hertha's good times. A CL season, a few European qualifications, a victory against Bayern here or there. They are currently in the third league, after their own nauseating Arabian-Prince-Will-Pay-Our-Way-to-Greatness episode ended in a somewhat tight spot resulting in a forced relegation into the amateur Bayernliga (4th league).
The two "fans" wrote "DKS 1860", one character per column, denoting the fan group that has left its marks all over Europe. Clever guys that they were, they operated with no camouflage in plain sight of CCTV cameras, so it wasn't criminological rocket science to pick them up in their hotel. One was still wearing last night's t-shirt, the smart-ass. The cleaning bill will set them back a pretty penny, I guess. And Italian prisons, these are fine places, I hear.
So yeah, fuckin' losers. I must know. I'm a Hertha fan, I have a fine nose for shite.
