AFootball is also isolated from the outside world. But three players have managed to break through the foreclosure and become famous worldwide – in the police report.
Former international Nolberto Solano has been arrested for violating the curfew. Security forces picked him up at a corona party. “I saw many,” defended the ignorant, “who do that too.”
Amine Harit is one of them. The Schalke 04 Moroccan celebrated in the “Buddy Bar” in Essen, at half past one at night. Why? Schalke’s sports director Jochen Schneider explained: “Amine was there because he fell on the covers at home.”
Luka Jovic is the third headless. Real Madrid’s former Eintracht striker is under contract, and the other day he asked himself: What should I do in quarantine in Spain when my girlfriend’s birthday is in Belgrade? So he flew there, celebrated a big party with his Serbian model Sofija Milosevic and is now amazed at the criminal complaint and the headline of the newspaper “Kurir“: “Do you want to kill us all?”
Another, more fundamental question is being asked more and more often in talk shows to psychologists: Will we be imprisoned in quarantine at home soon? When, how and why do we go crazy when the ceiling falls on our heads?
You have to ask the soccer players.
When Heidi Brühl cared for Emperor Franz
“Millions of people”, the swimming Olympic champion Michael Groß recently described the current situation, “are in a training camp.” But the soccer players are the best at what they are. They know everything about the storage bunker, around the clock and for weeks they are often crammed together until they get on each other’s nerves or on the throat. This ordeal is a luxury problem in the case of football millionaires, but it does not change the fundamental question: How can they cope with themselves and others in a state of emergency?
An answer to this can already be found in the dusty days when Uli Hoeneß was not a pensioner but a fast-paced half-striker and Sepp Maier as the goalkeeper was still the “cat of Anzing” – at that time, at the 1974 World Cup, as the two on a dark night towered out of the quarantine.
Let us briefly explain the situation: The DFB team was barracked at the Malente sports school in Holstein. The special unit GSG 9 guarded the accommodation around the clock, the camp was sealed off for fear of the RAF terrorists. “The Franz,” defender Paul Breitner later revealed, referring to Libero Beckenbauer, “always carried a pistol with him.” When the 0-1 in the German-German brother fight against the GDR happened in the midst of this nervousness, the shop went in the air. Sepp Maier describes the dark night like this: “It was a real binge. We insulted and shouted at each other. When you squat for so many weeks, you have to say what you think. “
And then: out, away, away. “You are drunk,” the GSG-9 security guard called when Maier and Hoeneß made their way to Hamburg in the middle of the night to their wives. The pedal brakes on the way. The Sepp, at the wheel, continued with the handbrake. The next morning, back on time at training, he had big blisters on his hand, could no longer grab the ball, and national coach Helmut Schön asked: “Sepp, what’s going on?” Maier’s answer lie went under in the Malente warehouse.
“We are in prison,” cried Beckenbauer during a flash visit by Heidi Brühl – the pop singer (“We never want to part”) supposedly gave everything to raise the emperor again.
Domestic violence, at least in less severe cases, has also occurred. Hans Tilkowski is said to have dismantled the furniture of his room at the 1962 World Cup in Chile because national coach Sepp Herberger put 20-year-old Wolfgang Fahrian in the gate, not him. A bloodbath also threatened briefly at the 1986 World Cup in Mexico, where Uli Stein became verbally palpable against team boss Franz Beckenbauer (“soup pasper”) – he was forcibly flew home for safety.
Stein had lost the power struggle for a goal against Toni Schumacher, and the Cologne man later described the punching and stabbing at the camp koller as follows: “The poison was in the mind and soul. Small groups had formed. Suspicions and mistrust poisoned the atmosphere. “Bayern striker Karl-Heinz Rummenigge scolded the” Cologne Mafia “, and Dieter Hoeneß is said to have ended a debate with Beckenbauer with the power word:” I know what I have in mind and I know what you have in your head, so you don’t say idiot to me! “
The Zapfenstreich lost more and more importance, the desire for air and love became an integral part of the camp. Lothar (“Emma”) Emmerich, the Dortmund left wing, received a postcard many years after the 1966 World Cup from an Englishman named Wayne, who told him that he was his son as a result of a side trip on a game-free World Cup day.
The old warhorse Herberger had tamed his World Cup heroes from Bern back in 54 with the conventional home remedies for instinct relief: train hard, take a cold shower. But he reached his limits as early as 1962, when four of his ball wizards in the sperm jam exploited the barracking in the Chilean military academy Bernardo O’Higgins in a questionable establishment.
The process proved so groundbreaking that Toni Schumacher proposed in the late 1980s to cart women from the horizontal trade to the training camp: “Why not invite beautiful women who are under medical control? Better organized love than watching the boys flee to the nearest town and get in some bad puff gonorrhea, foot and mouth disease. ”
The thought was dismissed as a severe attack by camp freak. Instead, the philosophy of trainer guru Otto Rehhagel (“Your own wife is the best training camp”) has prevailed – on non-match days the kickers are released to take a plunge to their loved ones, who are waiting for them in nearby hotels.
“Deadlines,” say the soccer players.
But the days in the camp are still pretty long. On the occasion of the World Cup in 1978, defense attorney Bernard Dietz claimed to have watched the film “The Clou” with Robert Redford and Paul Newman in the DFB quarter in Ascochinga, a home of the Argentine Air Force, at least 370 times forwards and backwards recite by heart.
The only change was provided by Franz Lambert, who flew in from home, who played on his organ to provide musical accompaniment to every lunch. Kalle Rummenigge longingly smacked the song “In the homeland, in the homeland, there is a reunion” with his desolate evening in the camp bar. As part of the “disgrace of Cordoba” they then voluntarily lost to the Austrians in order to be able to flee Ascochinga.
Rummenigge could write a thick book about the storage pan. He was also there four years later when the DFB team renamed the World Cup camp at Schluchsee “Schlucksee”. The alcohol flowed as a consolation donor, and Hansi Müller is said to have lost a lot of money playing at night. The video games and shisha pipes, with which footballers can kill the days and fog up the gloom, followed later, with the climax at the 2018 World Cup camp in Watutinki. Scientists have been talking about polar illness since then – they compare the footballers’ camp life with the exceptional situation of polar researchers who squat on each other until they get prickly and drum their fists on the pack ice.
Even the most virtuoso team can mess up a World Cup in the camp koller, and we have to turn back briefly to the 1974 World Cup. Johan Cruyff and his Dutch were then carried away to a wet night in their camp, the “Krautkrämer” hotel near Münster. It went haywire and there was a Swabian in the middle. “I am a spaetzle representative from Stuttgart,” he said at the reception and got a room. In reality, however, Guido H. Frick was a journalist for the “Stuttgarter Nachrichten”, and clandestinely joined the hustle and bustle of the Dutch, which ended early in the morning as a bubbly and nude party in the swimming pool. Then he punched the keys and taught the world about Cruyff’s turtle with a redhead. “Cruyff, sparkling wine and naked girls” was the name of the “picture” heading the next day.
“Johan then had to make a lot of phone calls to his wife Danny,” recalls teammate Arie Haan, “we had a lot of theater, at least we lost the final against the Germans.” They, including Sepp and Uli, had already had their theater behind them.
From a German point of view, there is also good news about the storage bug: it can have a happy ending.