Or what about Frank Lippmann? In late 1985, he drove home from a party, rather drunk. He crashed into another car, panicked, and fled the scene of the accident. Unfortunately, he’d rammed a police truck transporting prisoners. Naturally, the police presumed the collision was an attempt to help the convicts escape and ordered a large-scale man-hunt for poor Lippmann that involved tracker dogs, helicopters and the secret police. (Lippmann was a marked man from that day on. He sought political asylum in West Germany the night after Dresden’s disastrous 1986 match in Uerdingen.)
