Sandhausen is an hour and fifteen minutes east. Just south of Heidelberg and southeast of Mannheim. Its a small stadium and about 4K Roten Teufel were behind one of the goals.
Nürnberg won last night so they are
joint leaders with Schalke and us.
Madyan Sounni is back on the bench, Saydou Bangura returns up top with Möller and Billy Arce is out on the right. The biggest news is Muhammed Kiprit is on the bench. I'm not going to risk him for a full ninety.
The match started off quite dull.
The first action was in the 22nd minute and it was a blunder by Molla Wagué. He'd won the race for a long ball back into our left corner near the corner flag. I'm sure he intended to play a pass in to Avdo Spahic. He should have just tapped it out and conceded the throw. Unfortunately, their striker was right behind him, read his intentions and stole the ball.
Nobody was marking their left winger as Wagué was about to get control so the Sandhausen striker's cross found him wide open.
He side-footed the ball past a shocked Spahic.
1-0
F***ing s***biscuits!
We didn't press Sandhausen particularly hard, so they had a pretty easy time moving the ball sideways and back. They rarely threatened but we gifted them a second chance with horrific marking that they squandered.
Then suddenly and out of nowhere, Julian Niehues plays a ball into the channel for Ritter to chase. He's in alone. He hits the post.
I look up, the scoreboard says 42:55.
"WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT?" I bellowed once everyone was in the away team room. "Is that f***ing Real Madrid out there? You're treating them like it. Quit being so f***ing polite and make a tackle or intercept a pass. That was f***ing garbage. Sort it out."
I replace Möller with Kiprit at halftime.
Kiprit promptly scores a headed goal in the 48th minute from a Ritter free kick.
Wait.
It won't count, the ref is signaling offside.
No, wait. Its going to video review.
As the ref talks to the video ref, Jörg shoves his iPad in front of me to show the video feed.
"F***ing s*** he's off," he says. Bangura is blocking the assistant ref's view, but Kiprit's shoulder is offside.
Once play resumes it keeps getting worse.
We redirect corners right at their keeper.
We shoot right at their keeper.
I'm going totally mental watching us fluff our chances.
Its difficult to kick the ball whilst choking yourself out, but we are proving its possible.
In the 60th, I replace Billy with Sounni. Billy's been absent today.
Sounni is not magic; we keep missing our chances.
In the 75th, I replace Hollywood Silva with Lorenzo Filippini.
Filippini isn't magic, either.
We keep working hard. I can tell the goal is coming but will the clock run out before we get our s*** together?
We pass 80 minutes.
My players are exhausted but keep trying.
Ritter's cross is just millimeters too high for Sounni at the back post.
84 minuttes: Ritter's free kick from 40m into the box misses everyone.
86 minutes: Klingenberg heads a Ritter cross a hair above the crossbar.
87 minutes: Sandhausen are suddenly passing like Real Madrid. They scythe through our exhausted defense with guile and style. Wagué saves a certain goal with a desperate sliding tackle and blocks the shot out for a corner.
Their central defenders slow jog up. The corner taker dallies. It takes forever.
Spahic tips the header over for another corner.
The corner is cleared out to our right. Zimmer gets there first and belts a pass up the line for Sounni who had taken off sprinting the minute he saw Zimmer was going to get their first.
Sounni runs for the end line to give teammates a chance to get upfield.
He whips a cross to the back post for Bangura.
Bangura smashes a header into the base of the post.
It bounces right to Kiprit. Did it bounce off Muhammed and into the net or did he manage to give it a kick.
Doesn't matter! We're tied.
1-1
For the first time in a while, I'm swept away by a tsunami of players and coaches from the bench.