by tflags » Thu Mar 17, 2016 10:06 pm
I think it was the worst time to be a Bayern supporter yesterday. I felt down, depressed and without focus. The people screaming after each Juventus blow was simply too much. Everything went into slow motion after the sixth minute. By minute 26, I felt numbed. Ir-recognizable people walking and talking next to me and nothing made any sense. At all.
Then I read something #12 wrote: "I told you so." I breathed. It clicked. I breathed again.
Come on guys. Time is on our side I thought. It was the feeling of watching E'to score from an offside position at the Allianz Arena all over again. First minutes of the game. That time, time was on our side as well. Only this time we had to overcome two. Actually, Bayern had to overcome whatever was it that hit them and took their souls away.
No words can describe what I saw yesterday. I saw Costa fighting and 10 people walking dead dressed in red. I breathed again.
When I received the worst news in my life I jumped, cried, screamed and felt raged. Why was this happening? THen I felt ashamed because someone older was sitting by and they digested the news for a few moments, breathed, and then said: "Ok, this is bad, but we are going to take it step by step."
Yesterday I wasn't happy. The result was upon us and this team played the worst football I've seen ever. Nothing compared to yesterday. Not even the SuperCup vs Chelsea.
#12 made me feel ashamed. I had been supporting Guardiola and believed in him and now I felt ashamed. Then I reminded myself that I believed in this team and people don't turn back to problems at the first sight on an Iceberg. You march straight on, slow down a bit and make sure you don't hit another one while the storm gives you the chance to see an opening and fly through.
Our fate hanged by a balance. This was open heart surgery and our patient had two strokes already and didn't want to wake up. This, as they say, is as dead as you get. But you look for a pulse.
Boom! A third attack. Row back, take things slowly, breathe. That was pure luck.
But nothing was working. They were playing the perfect game. Everything worked for them and nothing worked for us. Ok, lets correct a bit. Put a real right winger on the right wing. That should work. Boom! First cross from the right wing all night. Not menacing but it was a start. Boom! Ribéry finally reached the end line for the first time on the night. Ok, wings are working again. Let's try the center. Boom! Croos to Robert: 1-2!
Ok. Momentum. But Guardiola was living a different episode. He wasn't trying to save this match, he was trying not to lose 0-4 in the same house again; the worst 90 minutes of his entire life. He specifically told his players not to concede a third goal. He wasn't planning a comeback, he was trying not to go down in flames.
See, he HAS learned something in Munich. Except he didn't make much to reverse the result, Costa did. Sure, changes worked, but Thiago on on ET? Why? Boom! Mueller Equalizes! ET! Thiago on. Finally, Pep had either woken up or thrown all his cards and just paid to see his fate at the poker table.
Then Thiago sliced through the center line - with class. One touch, Mueller, you f*ck. You could have turned around with the ball and strike instead of being the team player you are and walled a pass back. Thiago, world class shot to the second post already had his foot moving when Muller released the ball. BOOM! He just made it look so easy.
The entire bar saw me grab JJ and throw him about half a meter into the air.
Then, slowly, Coman walked at the gate, stopped for a minute, thought for a sec about what he was about to do was going to go beyond the pitch and just shot. BOOM! The fat lady sang.
I remembered my uncle, sitting there years ago, breathing, saying: "Take it step by step. It is a set back, but life is like that and that was bellow the belt. But you take the punches and you roll with them."
I don't mind #12's post. Not any more. I just take it step by step. Go Bayern, let's see who's next.