It finally started! No, not the European Championships in France, I’m talking about the Stuttgart City League in the Feuerbach valley. That’s the competition where nobody has to fear terroristic assaults and where the boys next door, a.k.a. me and my mates, are playing just for fun. For some long forgotten reason we’re named after Mexican outfit UMAM Pumas. And: We might not have success, but we’ve got fans. And very strict rules: This season, the referees aren’t allowed to turn up in flip-flops anymore and for the linesmen it’s forbidden to use their mobile phones during the game. Seems like we’re turning professional in our old days…