Several splits and mergers took place over the next couple of decades before the Nazi Party enforced Bochumer Turnverein 1848, as the club was now known, to merge with Turn-und Sport Bochum 1908 and Sportverein Germania Vorwarts Bochum 1906 to form Vfl Bochum. The club played in the top flight in the area, the Gauliga Westfalen.
During World War Two with player and facility shortages taking effect, Vfl joined forces with Preussen 07 Elberfeld to form Kriegsspielgemeinschaft VfL 1848/Preußen Bochum but went their own way once peace was declared.
The club bobbed around the leagues until the formation of the new professional Bundesliga in 1963. Bochum were placed in the third tier Amateurliga Westfalen and won that title at the first attempt. They gradually progressed into the Bundesliga in 1971.
The team were relegated in 1993 and since then have been a classic example of a yo yo club spending time in the top two tiers. In 1997 and 2004 fifth place finished in the Bundesliga led to appearances in the UEFA Cup.
As of 2011 the sports club had 5,000 members with sections for athletics, badminton, basketball, dance, fencing, gymnastics, handball, hockey, swimming, table tennis, tennis and volleyball as well as the football department.
Vfl Bochum will compete in 2 Bundesliga in the 2013-14 season.
On the back of our successful lads weekend in Germany the previous year, the second edition was arranged for February 2011. Crusher was missing from the year before, but Carl and Colm were back.
The train service to Bochum was frequent and only took just over ten minutes. Unfortunately it took us that long for us to work out how to get the correct group ticket out of the machine. The ticket clerks would not sell them over the counter.
We eventually worked it out and bought a ticket for around 12 Euros to cover the three of us. Before long we were at an extremely noisy Bochum station. It was quickly obvious that this was a big game and Dusseldorf had a large following.
We tried to get the beers in one traditional place but the bar staff seemed oblivious to our requests. The jury was out to whether this was deliberate or they were simply all hammered! We went downstairs on the square to board a tram.
Now I’d been on many tubes to Wembley so I was well versed in the sardine treatment, but these trams were really packed. Indeed it was so full we ran through every other stop after the central station. We emerged above ground outside the rewirpowerSTADION or Ruhrstadion to give it its pre sponsored name.
The streets were mobbed as I tried to find out where I needed to collect the tickets from. I was sent around under the Main Stand while Carl and Colm waited for me. I eventually fought my way back and we found the correct gate.
There was just time to buy a beer and go upstairs with it before we tried to find a place on the already busy terracing. Each block was fenced off so that only so many tickets could be issued for each section, thus making it safe. English authorities please take note!
We managed to get up into the top corner which offered a decent view. Some youngsters were using the dividing fence as a climbing frame, which would have been no problem if they didn’t have flags on sticks and they’d have been in control of their feet. Several of us were continually prodded. I could see Colm was wondering when I’d lose my rag, but I acted like the perfect guest.