IMore and more football fans are looking for the remote control when broadcasting Bundesliga matches to quickly switch to widescreen format via the menu, because this is the only way they can still fully enjoy the pack formations, hunting scenes and attacks on referees.
In the match between Bremen and Augsburg, the man under pressure was called Martin Petersen, and every few minutes he could be seen up close and shivering for him when he had to fend off terrible pincer attacks from right and left – but especially in recovery time when the score was 0-1, Werder quickly whistled a penalty kick, after which all the Augsburgers surrounded him for the full width of the pitch. Yes, everyone, including Bremen forward Niclas Füllkrug, counted and then, looking back over the ninety minutes, credibly described: “Somehow all eleven Augsburgers have always stood by the referee for every decision.”
Especially the goalkeeper. Rafal Gikiewicz did hell for Petersen, visibly worried about his physical safety, before miraculously fending off Marvin Ducksch’s penalty and saving the Augsburg victory. The way was now cleared for jubilant images, but the Polish panther in FCA’s goal provoked disturbing images of chaos and turmoil with provocative, heroic and vengeful poses (“I was constantly insulted, and that was my answer”).
There is less play than protesting and getting angry
( “Let that shit!”). At the end of the day, all set, he stopped in front of the microphone on the TV like a close-up of despair and moaned: “It’s too hot for me, it has nothing to do with football anymore” .
Such a football broadcast has less and less to do with football. More and more often we see minute close-ups of derailments of all kinds, as in Bremen, or of the Cologne Champions Cup batters in Nice and of “violent idiots and criminals” (according to Union Berlin manager Oliver Ruhnert) – yes Meanwhile, more and more activists for the climate and the environment who with their super glue attach themselves to corner flags and poles, and soon also to referees.
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Soccer? It actually only takes place in the middle, like commercial breaks on television. In any case, there is less to play than to protest and rage. On Saturday, for example, it had to be clarified back and forth whether referee Sebastian Brand had stolen a penalty against Leverkusen along with his accomplices from Hertha Berlin’s Cologne video library. Then the ZDF reporter breathed a sigh of relief in the sports studio: “So, and now we can devote ourselves to football.”
Football is neglected and the referees in particular are beginning to sense it and sound the alarm. Your DFB president Lutz Michael Fröhlich reports a dramatic upward trend in yellow and red cards compared to last season, which is not only due to the unsportsmanlike behavior of the players, but also of the coaches, their assistants and other accomplices on board. field . Frölich feels a “significantly increased emotionality”, every third card is drawn for unsportsmanlike and in SPORT BILD he was perplexed ultimately anything but happy: “Where are values like respect and fairness?”
Apparently Fröhlich has only read the dark novel “1984” by the great future skeptic George Orwell. Less well known is Orwell’s other ancient prophecy that is coming true: “Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is associated with hatred, jealousy, arrogance, contempt for all rules and sadistic pleasure in violence. In other words, it is war without shooting ”.
Whims come dangerously close to fury
Subsequently, after the final whistle, the warriors regain consciousness fairly quickly. Pellegrino Matarazzo, coach of VfB Stuttgart, wanted to give himself a head recently, he really insulted himself: “I have to take the pressure off. My behavior towards the referees has become increasingly aggressive lately. “When he recently refused to acknowledge a brutal foul by his forward Luca Pfeiffer as such, Matarazzo went blank, saw red, his one-minute whim was dangerously close to killing spree, and the referee For safety, Harm Osmers sent off not only Treter Pfeiffer, but above all coach Matarazzo with a red card.
Harm Osmers undoubtedly envies his father. His name was Hans-Joachim and he also whistled in the Bundesliga when his whistles were at their peak, but back then it was still fun to blow cotton wool. He has only been close to him once, in 1993, against Stuttgart forward Axel Kruse. “I was drooling at the mouth”, confessed the savage Axel, after having hit Osmers on the occasion of a small difference of opinion, so much so that Osmers rolled “like an Easter bunny” (Kruse). The author received a record ten-game suspension and Osmers was calm again.