01x05 - Stromausfall in München

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I got up the next day.

I went out the door,

saw a paparazzi to my left
in the corner.

I couldn't care less.

Then I went to the Viktualienmarkt,

got myself a pretzel and a juice,

and then walked across Gärtnerplatz
towards the Isar

to the little island.

I had to dip my legs
in the Isar first

because they were aching a lot.

Yeah, and then I sat there and
then you think about the night before.

But it was silent.

Munich was dead.

As good as dead.

CHAPTER 5
LIGHTS OUT IN MUNICH

There are lots of press conferences
before a

Champions League match,
but not before a final.

And now at your own stadium:

how does it feel sitting here?

We've asked enough times
what it's like,

whether that's on your mind,
playing here.

And now you sit here.

I also pondered before the match:
who will actually win the match?

From the history,
will it be a) Bayern Munich?

A first Champions League final

in Munich - with a coach
who's already won everything.

Or is it b) Chelsea?

Whose owner has thrown an incredible
amount of money at just winning this trophy.

Who will win it?

To get to a final,
you must have a team.

And I think it'll be a very difficult
match for us on Saturday.

The strength of this team
was that they never gave up.

We always believed that we could
win matches.

But you don't think as far ahead

as bringing the trophy to London.

To be honest, it was also

a generation of players
who deserved to lift the trophy once.

But in fact this generation
was past its peak.

They weren't destined.

I can imagine

how the players felt
playing in their own stadium,

and having their own dressing room.
Everyone probably kept telling them:

"Okay, guys, that's yours,
have it on the golden plate.

Chelsea's not actually doing so well

and they had a strange season.“

In 2010 we were a surprise
and it felt like:

it was nice to be in the final.

In 2012 it was:
yes, we deserve to be there.

This time we're not the underdogs,
the outsiders.

Without being arrogant,
far from it,

for us it was clear:
we're going to win the Champions League today.

It was such a great atmosphere,

such anticipation
for what was to come.

You noticed it
in the whole city:

"Yes boys!"

The whole city -

it was like a pulse rate
that keeps getting quicker.

Everything decorated in red and white.

I've been living in Munich for 20 years,
I've never seen the city like it.

That was special,
travelling through Munich with the trophy.

Willy Sagnol was there,
Paul Breitner.

Wherever you went,
the people were out of their minds.

They all just said:

we need this trophy,
we need this trophy.

You were in a tunnel, but you still drove
or walked through Munich.

You were spoken to everywhere.

Regardless of where you went,
if you went out of your door,

if you went walking anywhere
in the woods,

the people spoke to you
every time.

We'll get the thing, we'll get the thing,
we'll get the thing.

Public viewing: in every free space
there was a television set up.

People always say on matchday:
“Lie down.

Chill out for an hour."

You don't shut your eyes then,
believe me!

And now we're going to the biggest match
- yes, let's make it big -

to supposedly the biggest match
in the club's history.

It's the biggest sporting event in this city
since the 1988 Euro final.

What else do you want
than to win the Champions League at home?

It's the biggest match
in Bayern's history.

Who can say he's played
in a Champions League final at home,

in his own stadium?

It is the
“Finale dahoam".

And then you see the red sea
of fans and you're thinking:

“Okay, this is going to be something different."

At the Munich end there was the big tifo:
"Our stadium."

"Our city, our stadium, our trophy.“

You see the fans' choreo.
That was pure motivation.

We knew that Bayern
were the favourites in the final.

It was also a kind of
home game for Bayern, so to speak.

That also somehow motivated us.

Let's have a look at the starting line-ups:
first Bayern.

We had three players
who couldn't play in the final:

David Alaba,
Holger Badstuber and Luiz Gustavo.

As a result we had to adjust.

Diego Contento was at left-back
Anatoliy Tymoshchuk played as centre-back.

Tymo was a very good player,

who always gave his all.

Also Diego Contento,
who rarely got a look-in

but came from our own academy.

Jupp came to me and said:
"Diego, I'm giving you the chance.

You know what you're capable of
and I can trust you.“

For me as a Munich boy,
who'd only played for Bayern for years,

it was just like a dream.

Jupp wanted to move me to the left

so that Philipp Lahm was on
Chelsea's strong side, their left side.

Chelsea's left side was really strong.

Chelsea also had absentees,
we shouldn't forget that.

They also had players
suspended for the final due to yellow cards.

We didn't have defenders.

We just had

Gary Cahill and David Luiz,
who both played.

John Terry was suspended.

Luckily, both of them managed
to get themselves in a state

to play the game.

The Bavarian capital clad in red,

and the Blues kick off.

We had a lot of moves,

we were well in the game,
we were active.

We had the game completely under control.

We had,

as mentioned, a few changes from Real Madrid.

But we had the game under control
and were clearly the better team.

It was a game
that Bayern obviously dominated.

And it was important that we had

the attacking players in
particular under control.

We then tried
to be attacking ourselves

when our players had the opportunity.

I actually had very little
to do in that game,

I was never really in the game.

They throw themselves into every ball,
but don't get in front of goal at all.

It was one-way traffic.

I think it was really
a good performance by us.

The only thing was chance conversion.

We had some really good chances.

Our shots on goal weren't as precise

as they usually were.

Perhaps there was a certain
nervousness or

agitation there.

There were a few things
that were maybe too hasty.

I scored ten out of ten in training:

either with the inside of the foot
into the corner

or just with the laces into the net.

And there I fell back,

which is why I skied it.

If you look at it from a writer's perspective,
we of course

built up a great arc of suspense:

over the whole game
we kept knocking at the door,

but every time, nothing doing,
nothing doing again.

Yeah, and then one went in.

Then there was a blackout in Munich.

We felt that.
We felt that way on the pitch too.

And we noticed
that the stadium felt that too.

Müller! And goal! And goal!
83rd minute, Thomas Müller, Munich explodes!

That was really awesome.

That expl*si*n,
that expl*si*n of feelings for all involved.

And Munich exploded,

and you could hear this whole city.

I still have it in front of me.

It was a feeling
you can't describe.

Deserved to say the least!

I still have the eyes
of the others in my mind.

I had tears in my eyes,
it was really like that.

I stood on the pitch and thought:
this is it now.

Now we're winning the trophy
at home.

That was the moment of redemption.

The scenes in the stands.

I was freaking out too.
Seriously, wow!

by our player with the number 25:

Thomas — Müller! — Thomas — Müller! —
Thomas — Müller!

That moment remains.

Nobody can take that from us.

FC Bayern — one — Chelsea — nil —
Thank you! — You're welcome!

I thought:
nobody is taking this from us now.

The way the game had been
before that,

without any chances,
without anything from Chelsea.

I thought: this is safe.

During the goal celebration
I went over to Jupp Heynckes

because Thomas actually wanted to go off,
he was tired already.

He said: “Okay, what do we do,
should I bring on Daniel Van Buyten?“

And obviously, what's going to happen
when you're 1-0 up in the 88th minute,

what will Chelsea do?

They'd normally just play
long ba*ls.

In my view,
a completely logical switch.

I was knackered,
an attacking player goes off,

and Daniel Van Buyten, probably our
strongest player in the air, comes on.

As a coach, you almost
can't be any more logical.

The coach said:

“I'll need you, so really go for it."

I still maintain that
it was the right decision

to bring on Daniel Van Buyten,

because it was also then the case
that Chelsea only played long ba*ls.

The goal against us

came a bit late,
which didn't give us much time.

Then I made a few changes.

Torres came on, we had nothing to lose.

We were 1-0 down,
so you gamble a bit more.

Today, up until now
they've been clearly inferior.

Contento against Torres.

He was quick,
I was also quick,

we were both quick.

I was also renowned for sliding tackles.

The fact the ball then went out
for a corner rather than a throw...

Chelsea corner, their first.

We got ourselves fired up again,

we organised our defence.

All I know
is that I concentrated

when the corner came.

Then the ball came to the near post.

I just felt that power
of the header and thought:

that was like a shot.

He headed it above me to left.

Ouh ha!

Ouh ha!

It was, let's say,
not an easy ball for me

but I think, if I'd had
more to do during the game,

I'd have saved it.

This is the irony about football:

sometimes a" you need is just one corner.

The goal gets so much power

because Boateng pushes him
into the header with his elbow.

That gives it even more zip
than it already has.

It was well worked by Chelsea.

If I'd recognised earlier
that they were standing in a block,

then I would've needed someone
to help me.

Whether it was intended
like that at the time,

I don't know exactly,
but we always tried

to have a few blocks in front of
the goalkeeper and

at the near post.

We should've put Daniel Van Buyten
on Didier Drogba.

Jérôme is great in the air,
but Daniel Van Buyten is slightly taller

and a bit more of a unit.

We should've put him there,
and we forgot that.

I said at the time:
I know Drogba from Marseille,

I know his movements in detail
because I trained with him.

Therefore I'd prefer to have Drogba
at set pieces.

Then it was: no,
Jérôme takes Drogba

and you stay with Cahill.

I said: "Okay."

It was a difficult situation

because you have to then live with it.

That was the point, the first time

that an air of doubt emerged.

I think the fan and the player
have a different attitude there.

The fan says: "It can't be,
now we're going to lose.“

As a player you say:

"Keep going.

Nothing's happened. It's 1-1,
we're controlling the game,

we'll just win it in extra time."

It was the same story in extra time:
us on the front foot, us on the front foot.

Logical consequence: penalty.

I had this contact from Didier Drogba

and felt immediately
that I have to come off.

And then you know,
it's a penalty.

We obviously had a lot of confidence
in Petr Čech

because obviously he'd studied a" the penalties
by the Bayern players before the game.

I was watching who's going to take the penalty

and then I was just thinking: Okay,
whoever takes it, this is just the moment.

If you save it,

there's a chance to win it.

If you don't, that's probably it.

I was actually a bit worried

because I didn't want Arjen
to take it,

because we knew each other.

It's sometimes awkward

when you face the players you know,
because they know you and you know them.

And then I'm thinking: Okay,
it's the 105th minute of the game.

He's tired,

so it's probably harder for him

to get a clean strike and curl it
like that.

So I was thinking, okay,
he's going to try to sh**t harder

to make sure that if something happens,
the ball goes through.

And that's what he did.

Robben like in Madrid, question mark?

Robben not like in Madrid!

Robben like in Dortmund!

They're the only two penalties
I missed.

That was a spell, a period

where things weren't quite
running perfectly. And...

Yes, why and how?

Maybe you don't

believe in yourself enough?

The coach said before the game,

because Arjen had missed against BVB:

“Arjen is our number one penalty taker.
If he doesn't feel up to it, you take, Mario.“

I noticed from every second
after the penalty whistle, he was doubting.

And that's what I get most annoyed
with myself for:

that I didn't take the ball then,
because I had 100 percent confidence in myself.

I should've taken that ball
and I didn't,

and I'm so annoyed about that.

This is where small margins
make huge difference.

That ball could've spun
one more re"

and he was there to tap it in.

And it didn't.

It had a kind of backspin
and stayed there in the spot,

where I managed to get it faster than him.

No, I didn't see it.
I saw the fans, yes.

Normally Basti stands
on the opposition penalty area,

tries to follow up the taker

or somehow get the second ball,
and you're looking at the pitch.

In this situation you just realise,

it was a high strain on all our nerves.

What can I say?
You obviously hope the ball goes in.

And Arjen had also taken
some very good penalties.

But it was certainly... Oof!

He collapsed,

body and spirit pretty much.

That's when I thought,
this is going wrong.

Today, fate is ready
to buy Chelsea FC a drink.

And they're all holding out their glasses.

And saying: "Come on, pour in.“

I never had that in my life,
where I thought:

today is not our day.

I never had that.

Because you always believe in it.

Missed penalty,
it can't be.

Yet still: we're on the front foot,
we're on the front foot.

I think Chelsea again had nothing

really in extra time,

no chances, nada.

You don't want it at all.
You don't want to go to penalties.

So we kept pushing
until the very last second.

We then had another situation
with lvica Olić, shortly before the end.

In principle

I should've shot.

The ball came onto my stronger foot

and I remember, at the last moment

I saw a red shirt.

And I thought it would be Mario Gómez,

but it was Daniel Van Buyten.

I won't forget

that moment for a long, long time
because it really pained me.

I've always wondered,
why didn't I go for goal?

There certainly wasn't a good feeling there

when the referee blew,

and you know it's going
to a penalty shootout.

For me it was pure chaos.

We had some problems.

We had a few players
who didn't want to take one,

for various reasons.

In Madrid we certainly also had

a bit of a problem
with penalties.

We know that story,
with two missed.

So there weren't that many
brave players, let's say.

It's an immense responsibility
to take a penalty in such games.

At the end I maybe

would've also wanted to take one,

but I just didn't feel good,

and that's also,
let's be honest,

a kind of responsibility
towards the team,

to say, okay, if not,
then someone else has to take.

- Did you decide that or Jupp Heynckes?
- Me.

People have also blamed me,
I know, and have discussed,

I should've ultimately decided
who takes.

I was a player myself,

I know what it's like.

Of course, as coach you don't

want to send in someone
who just doesn't want to.

That's no good.

But I think there were a few others
who didn't want to take.

I went up and said: “Tymo,

every time you blast it at goal
when you come out.“

"No, boss, not me.“

With his sh**ting he was one of the candidates
who'd also hit good penalties in training.

I think I also asked Toni,
and he didn't want to either.

Just because he missed
in the semi-final.

I must admit,
in 1976,

when I missed the penalty,
I didn't want to take either

because I didn't feel capable.

So I can't be angry
at anyone for that.

As a result, we were in
the strange situation against Chelsea

that we had 11 players on the field
and couldn't get five penalty takers together.

I remember I went up to Manu and said:

“Manu, how's it looking?“

There were few players
on the pitch who came forward,

so I said I'd take one,

so that other players
would follow suit.

So that they say:
“Hey, if Manuel as goalkeeper is taking one now,

then surely I should have the courage
to take one too.

That can't be true.“

If I as goalkeeper - and he'd never done that
before in an important game -

know that I have to take
a penalty afterwards... Wow.

I didn't want to have to take one.

I just know I wasn't planned
for penalties,

but a lot of others
didn't want to take.

Then Jupp Heynckes, our coach,
asked: "Fancy it?“

“Okay, I'll take one, no problem."

I believe Peter Hermann did the list,
he asked around who's taking.

I said, sure, I can take.
He asked:

“Fifth?" Then I said: “Yes, sure,
I'll go fifth.“

For me it was clear:
I'm captain, I must,

I want to lead the team.

And in those situations that means:

taking responsibility
for your team, for your club.

Boys, this is our trophy, it stays here!

This is our trophy.

And then it started.

I was the first taker,
and the ball

was in the circle of Chelsea players,
who were stood together.

I thought to myself,
why should I wait or ask

if someone can kick the ball over to me?
That's why I went in,

grabbed the ball and walked
towards the penalty spot.

Also, to say to my team:

I'm stepping up, will put it away
and set us on course for victory,

just to give the team something.

I wanted to sh**t high,
but clearly to the right

because to the left I had the fear
that I'd slice it too much and miss.

I think it was Philipp Lahm: you could
clearly see he was a player who decided

about the side,
and then shot there.

I went there because I was sure

that he's going to go there.

Confidently to the right.

I think Petr Čech
actually got to it.

Lahm does it!

Obviously there's then relief
when you score the first

and you can send the team
into the shootout like that.

We said to Juan Mata,
who went first:

"Juan,

there is a 95 percent chance

that if you are the first one
and left-footed,

Manuel Neuer

dives to his left."

He'd taken penalties before,

so we'd contemplated

and decided that he chooses this corner.

Then I have to be there,
have to fully commit.

He scared everybody off.

They all said the same thing:

“Oh my God, when he just banged the crossbar

and everything was moving."

And he's standing there like that, he appeared
like seven times bigger than the goal.

He [Mata] said to me: “You know
it's a long walk,

I was so tired and so nervous.

I was just talking to myself and saying:
'Okay, just put it there

and sh**t there, like in training.
Put it there and sh**t there.'

So then I started running to the ball.
And when I was at the last step,

I was like:
'Oh no, he's going to dive there.”

So then he changed and then
he obviously missed.

Mata, and Neuer saves!

Manuel Neuer there again,
and you're thinking...

It felt like the stadium was red,
we shot towards our fans.

It was savage.

It even spurred me on
to go there.

Then I put the ball down
and look at Petr Čech, who's standing there

and was a monster.

I put the ball down,
turn around and it was clear to me,

I'm going to hit into one corner, powerfully.

I have to hit powerfully,
otherwise he'll get to it.

I walk back, turn around
and think, no, he'll save it.

On the way to the ball
I changed my mind

and went for the other corner.

I think the one who surprised me
was actually Mario Gómez

because I expected him
to sh**t the other way.

Gómez against Čech: Gómez!

I read it at the last moment
but I was a bit late,

that was my problem.

The mad thing about this story is:
afterwards I have doping control.

Petr Čech is sitting with me
at doping control.

He's completely shy, reserved,

and eventually he says to me:
"Hey,

what was with the penalty?“

I look at him and say:
"Eh?"

Then he says to me: “You wanted to
sh**t towards the other corner first.

You totally confused me.

I knew you were going
for the other corner.“

He pretty much said what happened in me.
That's brutal.

That made me realise again
what a great goalkeeper he is.

Who also read the players
and the players' body language.

Advantage Bayern, now it's David Luiz,
a centre-back

but actually a good, reliable
penalty taker.

It was pretty clear
which five players would take the penalties.

It was just a question of the order.

David Luiz...

Ay ay ay,

confidently converted.

Then there was a communication issue
regarding the order.

Still looking for a taker.

I looked ahead, saw that
nobody's walking forward.

Then I was a bit surprised
and thought, hey,

it must be my turn now.

So I went to the penalty spot

and put the ball down.

In principle I'd picked my spot, but

when I put the ball down,

I looked at Čech

and thought a bit more.

When Manuel took the penalty,

that was the interesting one.
I remember

Hans Jörg Butt was on the bench
and I remember watching him

take the penalties, and I was thinking:
is he going to do the same thing?

They train together, maybe they discuss.

So I was thinking, then he's going
to go slow

and then wait for me and my first movement.

How's he reacting?
How's he looking at me?

I'd also observed him a bit,

and then I just wanted to sh**t into my corner
with power.

So I was delaying and delaying

and I actually had this idea
that I would go for a cross-shot.

But I didn't want to go too early.

Neuer is an incredibly good footballer

and a pretty decent penalty taker.

There was no wincing
to be seen.

Manu is a good footballer,
that goes without saying.

But obviously for a goalkeeper it is better
when he can completely concentrate

on his goalkeeping, think about

where he's diving to save the kicks.

After that, I basically switched back
because I had to go in goal.

I knew it's carrying on,

the next taker's coming,
and you have to be present again.

The fourth one, when Olić
took the penalty, I was like:

okay, it's literally impossible
to go every time

the right way and be close
and not to save one.

So I was pretty confident that
that's the one.

Especially for him, it was probably
the toughest

because he knew it's his last game.

Those 50 metres,
when you walk towards goal,

it doesn't cross your mind
that it could be your last ball.

The goal
appeared big, but

before I shot,
it was suddenly really small.

Which corner am I going for?

I said to myself,
okay, I'll sh**t into the right corner.

I just don't want the ball
to go wide.

The way he set,

his arm went up early enough,

which gave me an indication
that he's going to cross-shot.

That's why I went there, with really good timing
and a really good push.

As well, the ball was not high enough.

Last game for Bayern,
and this is how he signs off.

lvica Olić was responsible
for so many goals,

for so many unbelievably important moments,
he was always there.

Unfortunately Petr Čech was
also there in that moment.

I thought, okay,
lvi, now stick the ball away,

then I'll finish the job,
or something like that.

Then lvi misses,

Chelsea score

and then the state of play
was a little different

than was probably the case
previously against Real Madrid,

where you knew, okay,
if you score it's over.

We previously lost that penalty shootout
in 2010

in Basel.

Hold on.

Bayern versus Basel?
— Yes.

And what has Čech got to do with that?

Well now I can say it...

I have to say,

what made me save Bastian's penalty

was actually the fact
that we looked all the way to 2007.

He used to sh**t like that.

He would break his run

and then open to sh**t
to his natural side.

Then he changed so he didn't
do that anymore.

When he went to take the penalty,

I looked at him and I'm thinking:

how far is he?
He was not that far.

And I'm thinking:
what is he doing?

Then he starts running,

in a different way to me.

At the moment I'm thinking:
okay, he's doing something else.

Then that moment he stopped,
and I'm thinking: thank you very much!

You're waiting

for the moment when you can celebrate.

I don't have all my penalties
in my head,

but the one against Basel I do:
bottom right,

flat.

Yes, he did well.

That was our end,

I saw the faces of the crowd,

the fans.
That just...

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The expressions on the people's faces,

I still have them

clearly in my mind.

For the fans
to lose that at their own stadium,

that hurts me the most.

I can still see how Schweinsteiger
tries to hide himself

in and behind his shirt.

And the world stands still.

The world in Munich
stood still at that moment in time,

because it was clear
that Drogba is taking the fifth -

of course Drogba is taking the last one.

I took Basti with me and said:

"It doesn't matter, Manu will save this,
so all good, nothing's done yet."

The pressure was certainly then on my side.

The pressure is often on the taker,

but I was still confident.

There was still a tiny glimmer:

perhaps something crazy will happen now,

perhaps the football god has some sympathy.

Didier was a very good penalty taker,

so I had a lot of confidence
that he'd score.

I honestly thought he'd switch.

Based on the analysis,

but he just hit it
into his corner.

If I'd followed the plan,

I actually could've saved it.

Of course he puts it away.
There was no question for me.

At that moment, at the latest, it was clear:

the night in Munich had turned blue.

We had three match points,

three!

You're really close to it each time.

You can almost take the trophy already,

and then it's gone.

Yes, then you're just...

broken, empty,

you can't do anything.

Nobody says anything,
and you see players crying

who you normally see laughing.

How are you meant to feel then?

If you feel empty as a fan,
it's even worse as a player.

I didn't know where I was.
Only my body was there.

You know this situation
won't come again.

I'll never get to play
another Champions League final at home.

I was under Felix Magath
for about two years,

we ran up stairs, ran up mountains
with medicine ba*ls,

but those stairs at the Allianz Arena
were the hardest walk

I've ever been on.

I wasn't actually thinking anything
in my head,

but I just went from one to the other
like I was remote-controlled.

I saw my task as:

I have to support my teammates,

I have to help them.

I would've preferred it

if a hole had opened up on the pitch,

then down and out of the stadium, gone.

The day after

was so bad.

You don't sleep well,

it's just...

During the night I sent
Thomas Müller a video

and said,
that would've been yours

because I would've also
been so pleased for him.

I just didn't eat
for two and a half, three days.

I couldn't eat.

You don't eat,

you don't want to do anything.

The following day I texted Holger
and Andi Ottl.

I just wrote:
"Forget!"

There's a little kiosk in Schwabing.

I said: "Let's meet there.“

I lived near there,
we sat down

and started to order Aperol spritz.

Obviously everyone was in a lousy mood,

We sat there and somehow...

It was a very hot weekend,
we sat in the sun.

Each time we ordered another round,

we ordered a round of Aperol spritz
for everyone in this pub.

Every time we toasted we shouted loudly:

"Forget!"

So completely, completely...

Looking back I'm ashamed,
it was really gross.

We were sitting there.

At one point I stood
in the Eisbach with an Aperol spritz.

I was really...

And then?

How did you come out of it?

Thomas Müller sent a WhatsApp
message in the group.

Was there WhatsApp then?
I think it was a text.

It was a very long one,
you can imagine -

when Thomas Miiller starts to talk,
it goes on.

I still remember:

I sat next to my wife in the car,

we drove to our horse stable
because I wanted to clear my head.

We obviously didn't have training anymore.

Thomas was the first player who wrote anything
about it, and then you really noticed: pfft...

I was in such an agitated state
and then I...

I can't remember exactly
what I said.

He said: hey boys,
it's all completely sh*t right now,

but...

That's not it for us yet.

That's just not it.

That can't be it.

Okay, we messed it up,
but we'll come back.