Ingolstadt versus Bayern...
31st July 2009 -- 5pm.
“This is it,” Andries smiled, patting me on the back, “You’re first competitive game in charge of the mighty Bayern. Good luck.”
“Thank you,” I replied as the referee blew his whistle to start the match.
FC Ingolstadt 0 Bayern Munich 2.
(Venue : Tuja-Stadion. Attendance : 11,418.)
We fielded a very strong team -- upsets are becoming common place in domestic cups due to the importance bigger clubs place on European competition. I didn’t want us to fall into that category and fail at the first hurdle -- especially, given my already precarious position at the helm…
Bayern -- Hans-Jörg ****, Christian Lell, Philip Lahm, Daniel Van Buyten, Holger Badstuber, Anatoliy Tymoschuk, Franck Ribéry, Bastian Schweinsteiger, Thomas Muller, Miroslav Klose, Arjen Robben.
Substitutes -- Michael Rensing, Andreas Görlitz, Danijel Pranjic, Daniel Sikorski, Bjorn Kopplin, Mark van Bommel, Ivica Olic.
If truth be told, this was by no means one of Bayern’s greatest performances. But it didn’t matter -- we were through to the next round and I was happy with the professionalism of the players.
As a contest, we were rarely threatened, and two goals in the first half-an-hour ensured our opponents would spend the rest of the afternoon chasing the game in the hot sunshine.
Ribéry (despite any off-field problems) played a great game and oozed composure throughout. There’s no doubt in my mind he deserved the Man of the Match award after opening the scoring on 5 minutes and providing the killer pass for Lahm to double the lead in the 26th minute.
It was pleasing to see Sikorski and Kopplin (along with Pranjic) enter the field of play in the 73 minute -- if these youngsters fulfil their potential the club’s future will be in good hands.
The only downside, if I’m to be picky, would be the yellow card picked up by Daniel Van Buyten midway through the second-half. Then again, if that’s my biggest problem today, I will go home to my wife a happy man.
*
At the final whistle, I shook hands with my opposite number and congratulated him on the spirit of his team.
I began to walk towards the tunnel, but a reporter grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me to one side.
“Bastian,” he began, shoving a microphone in my face, “What are your thoughts on today’s match?”
“O,” I stuttered, caught unawares, before composing myself, “I thought we did well. It was an efficient performance from the players and their work rate paid dividends. It may not be the gigantic score that some hoped for, but Ingolstadt are a good team and we had to respect them. Many teams fall on an underdogs sword purely because they fail to respect the strengths of their opponents.”
“Wise words,” the reporter said, nodding his head in half-agreement, “But can you win trophies playing in such a conservative manner?”
“Of course,” I replied, “Though our tactics change depending on the challenge laid out before us. We weren’t playing to win a trophy today, we were playing to avoid an embarrassing defeat and progress to the next round.”
“I see," he said, "Did you worry that your players would find motivation hard to come by in a game they were expected to win at a canter?”
“No, of course not,” I chuckled, “I can assure you that everyone associated with this club was motivated for today’s game. I had no worries what-so-ever before kick-off.”
“Good,” the reporter mused, “Many pundits are tipping you to win the DFB-Pokal cup this season. You certainly have a capable squad at your disposal. How do you rate your chances of success?
“The squad is good, as you mention,” I replied, “And so is the backroom staff and boardroom. We are a strong unit, for sure. I feel we have as good a chance as any of lifting the trophy, but let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves... This is the first match of the season and anything could happen from here on in. Anyway, I have to be going. I’ve a team talk to give.”
“Thanks for your time, Bastian,” the reporter added.
“Don't mention it,” I smiled, quite content with my own performance.
Finally, thanks to the result, I was able to stand in front of the media without worrying what they might ask. We had won the game and that is all they are interested in… for now.
*
“What did you think?” I asked Andries on the coach journey home.
“Not bad,” he replied, shrugging his shoulders, “It was a professional display, but difficult to learn from.”
“What do you mean?” I queried.
“Well,” he began, running over the game in his mind, “We looked strong in every position, but we were never put under any form of pressure. I can’t recall Hans making a save.”
He was right -- though they put up a good, organised fight, our opponents didn’t quite have the class required to ‘test’ out our defence.
“I think we’ll be okay,” he added, “But time is running out. We must watch the next few games like hawks. Any problems that can’t be solved in-house must be identified as soon as possible.”
“Yes,” I agreed. He brought good points to the fore.
“Christian is good at his job,” he continued, “Excellent in fact, but he can’t perform miracles. If there’s a problem, he knows to know in good time -- at least a week before the transfer window shuts.”
I nodded and then slinked back in my seat. We still had a fair way to travel and I would spend the rest of our journey pondering his advice.
***