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Just a kaiser
Bekkenbauer left, Kaiser Franz left, a tall man with a noble appearance, a great player in a great game that captured billions of people
I never met him, but, having learned about his death, I experienced and feel a sense of personal loss. A man who was part of my life, my consciousness, my memory was left. Maybe this is the property of television - it makes an optional personal acquaintance with a person who lives far from you and does not know about you. And you see him, hear, watch him, follow his life and in the end you feel your intimacy with him.
He first appeared on a small gray-white TV screen in 1966-at the World Cup in England. This was the first world championship, which was shown in the USSR on TV. And the world swung open. Those, the first heroes are unforgettable: the Dribbler Esebio, the bald sage Bobby Charlton, the terrible scored Hurst and the young, twenty -year -old Beckenbauer, who appeared in world football in all the charm of his noble appearance.
He was a gentleman on the field. This is not easy. It is difficult to be noble in a big game, where healthy men, fierce, rush one after another and a ball in the prohibitive thirst for victory, glory and money. It is difficult to maintain a calm look of the count at the diplomatic reception in the clinking of the match, in continuous clashes - just as it is difficult to maintain an even parting in a crowd game, among those running with bulging eyes, sweaty, disheveled, scolding their own and strangers.
Bekkenbauer succeeded in all this - nobility in the game, and a restrained communication style, and an even parting.
In 1966, in the semifinals of the World Cup, he circled the second, victorious for Germany, a goal against the USSR national team, in which Yashin stood. In that game there was a fight and stabbing, numnko hit one of the Germans with his fist in the face and was removed, passions were boiling, but all this had no effect on the relationship of Beechenbauer and Yashin. They became friends, and much later Kaiser Franz came to Yashin to visit Moscow and sat at the festive table in his apartment.
In 1970, at the World Cup in Mexico, in the semifinals against the Italians, in the game, about which it was not enough to say “exciting”, because it was an alien, killing, bringing to delight, dropping into despair and finally giving Catharsis, Beckenbauer broke the clavicle and knocked out their shoulder. He did not leave the field and ran with a hand hanging on a white bandage, and, oddly enough, the bandage went to him, like everything in his life went - the form of the “Bavaria”, the form of the national team, the captain's bandage, strict jackets, pullers of delicate flowers, a frantic butterfly, a manager’s tie, sports suits, fraques, long hair in youth, and later. Everything went to him, the lucky French, the chosen one of the fate, who became the world champion as a football player, and then as a coach. There are three of them in history: Zagallo, Deshas and he.
At the age of 14, playing for the youthful team of the Munich 1860 club against boys two years older, he received a slap in one of them (that you are building a smart one, play like everyone else!) - and this crack catapils him in Bavaria, where he spent almost his whole life.
How he did not play everything, but managed to insist his right to play as he could, see the game, as he could, play the game, as only he could.
To do this, he needed the right position, and he received it - the last defender, Libero. Located behind everyone, he saw the whole field in front of him, saw all the shifts and currents of the game, saw and could influence them.
Beckenbauer returned his meaning to the word “Libero”. “Libero” means “free”. Before him, Libero were cleaners, who, standing behind the defense line, cleaned and corrected the mistakes of those who played before them. Bekkenbauer did this too, but he was also a free artist with a large range of actions, he periodically left his place behind all and moved to the center, from where he created attacks with thin and accurate passes. And in the attack, he always appeared unexpectedly - he flew into free zones at high speed and cut the opponent’s defense in the slalom pass. He was a universal player who perfectly knew everything, but his strength was not in dribbling, not in endurance, not in the blow, but in the ability to be in the center of the game, attract a game to himself, and influence it.
There are people who do not have to speak in the conversation themselves, they are silently, with their presence, affect the conversation.
So Beckenbauer influenced the game with one of her presence on the field, she flocked to him and spin around him.
In Germany, it was called Lichtgestalt - "bright image." He himself said that everything that he did in his life turned out to be by itself, without hellish labor, frightened eyebrows and compressed teeth. This was felt from his plastic run on the field, by his elegant handling of the ball and his manners in life. The boy, who had only joined Bavaria, he had already traveled to a luxurious Mercedes and-in the spirit of the 60s, which his youth fell on-had love stories, so that coach Kramer at the training camp settled him in the same room with him to be confident in his healthy dream.
This lucky man, who appeared on secular racks in a tailcoat and with a glass of champagne in his hands, in 1974 in Munich, in the final of the World Cup, as the captain of the German national team shook the hand of another great player of the era - Dutchman Kruyuf. The creative game of Kruguf changed football, but Beckenbauer became the champion, playing in the company of people such as Brightner and Müller. This company seemed growing in one yard, so they played and so friends, although they quarreled. Between the king of secular life, a purely shaved elegant Beckenbauer and overgrown with a beard and long hair with the left radical Brighter, always hung in his room a poster Che Guevara, there was a tense relationship in life, but not on the field. On the field they were one gang.
As on the field, Beechenbauer had the ability to be in the center of the game, so in life he had the ability to be in the center of life. The secular, a polite, benevolent person over the years rose up the stairs of the values. It was significant for German football - and became significant for all of Germany. At one time he even thought that, having finished with football, he would take up politics. Some foreshadowed him the same quick and happy take -off in politics that he survived in football. He formulated his views simply: the most bad things in life are a disease and communism. But instead of jumping into German political porridge, he jumped through the ocean, on another continent, and ended up in the New York Cosmos, where in 1977 he arranged chic and brilliance for the opening Socker of America in 1977. In Germany, not everyone liked this: Kaiser Franz was considered something like a national treasure, and the national treasure has no right to run where he wants and should always be at hand. But he did not pay attention to this - in America he learned English, became a citizen of the world and played in a diverse team, which can be considered a prototype of modern clubs, where people from different countries play together.
He was a player, he was a coach - and everywhere he was successful. It remains to visit the top manager. Beckenbauer became a key figure in a team that was supposed to get the 2006 World Cup for Germany and organize it. He put all his influence and attracted all his extensive connections so that Germany would receive the World Cup; He managed to give Germany a holiday, and not only a holiday, but also the feeling that a new country was born on the summer jubilant days. It was now a country, which was finally freed from nightmares and shadows of the past, believed in the eternal world, pacifist, political correct, tolerant, loving people and animals, throwing out all the trash of past eras and turned into an angel on the ground.
A few years later, Spiegel published materials that proved that a secret black hole was in happiness. On the surface, everything looked like Kaiser Franz brilliantly, as always, fulfilled the plan - convinced FIFA officials that beautiful Germany was perfect for the World Cup. But the documents proved that there were still multimillion -dollar transfers that were made in the name of football functionaries from other countries with the knowledge of Beckenbauer. Everything turned out to be not as light and clean as everyone thought.
The country was offended by him for buying her a holiday, while everyone thought that they received him because they had excellent stadiums and pure souls.
Suddenly it turned out that all of them, who were jubbing at the championship, screaming with joy, dancing on the streets at a festival of peace and love, are honest, and he was one dishonest.
Even on the day he left, they could not forget him. Spiegel, who once exposed him, with a hint of old black spots was entitled by one of the texts dedicated to him, “Kaiser, no matter what.” Beckenbauer acted according to the rules adopted in FIFA - Fair Play on the field and bribes behind the scenes. Hypocrisy? He himself said, making excuses that in those months he signed hundreds of papers without reading and often put his signature on clean sheets. The goalkeeper Zepp Mayer once said about him that even if “the Franz jumps out of the window, it will fall up anyway”, bearing in mind that the lesions do not affect him and the dirt does not stick to him. The scandal poisoned his life, but did not change anything in essence - he was, and remained Kaiser. Without any reservations and conditions - just a kaiser.
From that moment on, he began to move away from Germany, between him and the country formed a dead zone of lack of nomination and incompetence. The death of the son of Stefan, the only one of his children, professionally engaged in football - closed him in himself. He lived in the foothills of the Alps, in the Austrian Kitzbul, played there in the most secular game in the world - not football, but golf - and refused to speak with the Ard TV channel, which prepared a large film about his life. The film, where Bacquenbauer talks Brightner and Netzer, who played with him, Dutchman Ari Haan, who played against him, as well as politicians and ministers, Yoshka Fisher and Wolfgang Shoible, was shown the first German channel on the day, Bekkenbauer was gone.
Not only Beckenbauer left - before our eyes, great German football leaves, who went into German history and in the original German virtues with his roots.
History throughout the world is being reviewed, now it is incorrectly talking about national virtues. German football players from fighters and creators turned into fashionable tattooed children with instagrams. There is no more on the Müller field, nicknamed Bombber, who bombed all the goalkeepers in a row, there is no more on the Netzer field, which plowed like a horse and worked as a tractor, there is no more than a two -meter brigel on the field, chopped outs on his right region, there is no Rummenigga, which Bekkenbauer made the captain of the national team and which was wounded, with a injury, went to the field to save and save on the field and to save the field and to save the field He saved, and the bright head of the Schneler’s bright head, reliable, like a German car, does not flicker near alien gates. Heroes left the field, such as Matteus, who brought fire and the former in the game by fire, the brutal types like goalkeeper Tony Schumacher, who once went on the ball, left the Frenchman, who almost killed the Frenchman Battiston, and the defender Wagner, who had lost consciousness that woke up in the hospital and first of all, left for the first time, “ Won? " And Kaiser Franz is now gone.
