This is a big match for us. We haven't been defending well so this is a massive test.
The Fritz-Walter is a complete sell-out. The weather is s***. Cold sleet at a 45º angle. This might cool off FC Hollywood's superstars.
Oliver Hüsing replaces Josua Mejias who is suspended for yellow card accumulation. Julian Niehues is still out so Matty Longstaff drops back into the defensive midfield role and Rene Klingenburg partners Oliver Batista-Meier. Marlon Ritter hasn't been bossing the midfield and Oliver has something to prove to Bayern so Oliver starts. Lorenzo Campana hasn't been very good in the last two games so Muhammed Kiprit gets a start.
I set up the team to play defensively. We sat back and made Bayern work for it.
We hit Bayern on the fast break in the 14th minute. It was our third time into the opposition half in the match. As Billy Arce crossed into their box, Niklas Sule swept the ball out wide right with a powerful tackle. Jean Zimmer was first to the ball and whipped in a back post cross.
Rene Klingenburg met it with a header that evaded Manuel Neuer, hit where the crossbar and post meet and was in!
1-0
The players all jumped onto the advertising boards and celebrated with the Westkurv.
Bayern pinned us into our own end and got a goal back in the 25th minute. They played a ball up to Lewandoski. Boris Tomiak wasn't fast enough closing him down and Hüsing just watched as he slipped a pass behind the ball-watching Matej Mach for Leroy Sane. Sane slipped a shot past Julian Krahl.
1-1
Thankfully, we didn't collapse after their goal.
Not that they didn't have plenty of chances, but we sat back and absorbed their pressure.
Lewandoski and Sane had two good chances each. Two were blocked and Krahl made two good saves.
Shakur Omar beat Neuer but missed the top corner in the 32nd minute.
That was it for the first half. The boys were playing well and sleet made conditions miserable.
We made it to the 60th minute before Bayern had their first chance of the second half. Krahl tipped a Lewandoski header from a Sane cross over the bar.
Kiprit wasn't doing much of anything so I replaced him with Campana.
In the 68th, I replaced Omar with Marlon Ritter. Ritter slots into the center of midfield and Oliver moves out to the left wing. Campana will play alone up top.
Substitute Justin Kluivert shoots tamely right at Krahl in the 70th.
In the 71st, Lewandoski sprints after a through ball, but his first touch lets him down and Tomiak recovers to block his shot.
The sleet grows heavier and the match grinds to a standstill. I'm bundled up like a penguin with only my nose and eyes exposed to the weather. Its got to suck playing today.
Matej Mach is exhausted so I replace him at left back with Amilcar Silva.
In the 89th, we manage to work the ball upfield with some glorious passing (considering the conditions). Klingy slides a pass between several defenders to put Ritter in on goal.
But Neuer tips his shot around the post!
No, wait. The assistant ref has just raised his flag for offsides.
The Assistant Referee holds up his board. Only 3 minutes of extra time!
Lewandoski slips past Tomiak. Boris recovers with a brilliant, recovering tackle and Hüsing clears the ball.
The ref runs up. Lewandoski bounces up, demanding a card. The ref is fumbling in his back pocket. He pulls out his red card and waves it at Boris.
"HE GOT THE BALL!" I scream as I run up to the fourth official. "THAT WAS CLEAN! REVIEW THE CALL!"
The fourth official doesn't say anything as Lewandoski receives the ball from Sule and picks it up.
"HOW IS THAT A RED CARD!" I demand. "REVIEW THE CALL! HE GOT IT WRONG!"
Lewandoski places the ball for the direct free kick.
"I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!" I bellow.
Krahl tips Lewandoski's free kick around the post. I can see Jörg and Lorenzo yelling at my players, they know what I want. Matty drops into central defense and Ritter and Klingy will play as defensive midfielders in a 4-4-1.
"YOU CAN'T JUST PRETEND THAT WASN'T A CONTROVERSIAL CALL!" I yell into the fourth official's ear. "I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!"
"Watch yourself, Enrico," the fourth official finally said. "You'll get yourself in trouble soon."
"What?" I ask. "Like when the ref calls a mystery penalty to gift Bayern a victory they don't deserve because Bayern must always win and the refs are always happy to help out?"
The Bayern central defenders jog up into our box as Josua Kimmich places the ball for a corner.
"You'd better stop talking now," the fourth official warned.
Kimmich delivers the corner into the mixer and someone heads it out for another corner, but the opposite side.
"Do you referees claim impartiality for Bayern?" I asked as Kimmich trotted over to the opposite corner. "They always win. They always get the favorable calls."
"You're on dangerous ground, Enrico," he said.
Kimmich places the ball as hand-to-hand combat ensues in the penalty area.
Kimmich delivers a far post cross. Billy, Hüsing, and Klingy all leap with three Bayern players for the ball. It ricochets between players and drops to the ground.
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The ref blows his whistle and instead of indicating his decision, puts his finger to his ear. Both sets of players surround him.
The stadium erupts into boos and whistles.
"I called it," I told the fourth official.
The fourth official turned to face me.
"Bayern must always win everything," I said. "Told you."
"I will be reporting this to the DFB," the fourth official said.
"This is one of the worst officiated matches I've seen in my five seasons of managing in Germany," I said. "You know I'm always sticking up for you guys even when you suck. But this ..." I pointed in the direction of Felix Zwayer. "... is beyond belief."
"Duly noted," the fourth official said, still in my face.
Then we waited for the inevitable. The booing and whistling increased as the corner was replayed several times on the stadium's big scoreboard. After what seemed like hours of waiting, Zwayer finally ran over to the monitor and began watching for something himself.
"How can he call anything?" I asked the fourth official. "The video shows a pile of players all leaping, arms flailing. What is he going to call? Illegal jumping? Vexing? Cannibalism?"
Zwayer watched the replay a dozen times as everyone in the stadium booed and whistled.
Eventually, he stepped back onto the field of play and pointed at the spot.
I just walked back to the bench and sat down.
Lewandoski buried the penalty.