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Fricker was born in Yugoslavia, but his family fled to Austria ahead of the oncoming Russian army. It was there that Werner played his first soccer game. He came to the United States in 1952, and started to play soccer for the German Hungarians in 1954. He had been selected for the United Soccer League All start team numerous times. In 1964 Werner played on the US Olympic Soccer Team. He spent most of his career with the United German-Hungarians of Philadelphia. He was the captain of the German Hungarians, as well as the President of the GH, and of the United Soccer league. While playing for the GH Werner's team won the Championship of the USLofPA 6 times in a row (GH Majors 1961-1966), as well as in 1968, and 1969. Captain and League Delegate of the team, Werner was known as a “splitter” who was always tough in the man to man fight for the ball, but at the same time was always fair in his interferences. He was known to work tirelessly. His long passes were characterized as precise, and he never hesitated to take a shot at the opposing goal at any given opportunity. Werner took his soccer seriously and was a great believer in training sessions and team discipline.
In 1964 the GH made it to the final of the Amateur Cup and lost to Chicago Schwaben, in Chicago. In 1965, Fricker and his team mates won the National Amateur Cup
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