In Seville, the Eintracht heroes have not yet lifted the Europa League trophy after the 5-4 penalty shoot-out win against Glasgow Rangers, when a collective party frenzy begins at home in Frankfurt, like the city center at best after the experienced World Cup victory in 2014.

On the plant ring, individual honking cars quickly turn into parades, and shortly after midnight so many people stream across the Zeil that it seems like it's prime time for shopping.

Everyone sings and bawls and croaks as best they can after this penalty kick thriller.

Matthew Trautsch

Coordination report Rhein-Main.

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Eintracht songs in all variations and from all throats resounded through the night on Stephanstrasse: "Black and white as snow - that's the SBU," two teenage girls, drunk with joy and probably other things, hooted.

They only know Eintracht's last international title triumph to date from the stories of their parents, who were still children themselves when they won the UEFA Cup in 1980, but they are all the more certain now: "We made history."

Epicenter Römerberg

Minute by minute it's getting narrower at the Hauptwache, at the Rossmarkt the car parade has condensed into a tough sheet metal mass, upper bodies hang out of the lowered side windows, sometimes naked, sometimes wrapped in jerseys, flags and scarves in the colors of the SBU are waved through the open roofs, the deafening concert of countless horns hovers above everything.

The epicenter of this Frankfurt night, however, is on the Römerberg.

Here, where the superstructure, booths and loudspeakers are already in place to celebrate the winners of Seville on the balcony of the town hall the following afternoon, the sea of ​​revelers is waving around a huge Eintracht flag.

Bengalos bathe the Römerberg in glowing red light, the echo of firecrackers is thrown back from the town hall front, rockets rise into the dark sky.

“O Eintracht Frankfurt – Schalalalallala” some happily sing, but then the staccato shouted out “Champions League” prevails and finally resounds all the way to the Paulskirche.

"We're not done yet," a plump young man wearing a Hinteregger jersey tells his two buddies, puts his arms around their shoulders and pulls them into the crowd.

Loudspeaker announcements from the police can be heard from Berliner Strasse that the revelers should keep the rescue lane clear, but the request goes unheeded.

Aggressions against the police and rescue workers mix with the celebration mood, a few drunks climb on the trusses set up for the Römerberg reception, bottles fly through the air, glass shatters, shards glitter on the cobblestones.

At least bottles are thrown at police officers, as the police announced via Twitter.

At least one thing is certain: you should avoid the city center tomorrow by bike.