It is rare to finish work early in the afternoon, and on the way home, the sun is warm, the crowds are bustling, and everything in Munich is as usual. The long queue outside the ice cream parlor is mixed with a few fans in Hungarian jerseys, and for the football city, they are not remarkable. After all, there have been countless strangers in away team jerseys who have come and gone, and in the eyes of proud Munichers, they are nothing more than sad tourists – thousands of miles away, watching the supporting teams lose the game without any resistance, and then leave in ashes. Hungarian? Fans are smiling and squinting at premium ice cream from attractions, and their teams are at the bottom of the group, which is no exception.
Hungarian fans according to ic photo
The face of Munich changed without any warning.
The first thing that makes people feel confused is the nap after dinner. Before closing the eyes, it was a pleasantly clear day outside the window; but when I opened my eyes again half an hour later, it had become a trance-like darkness, wrapped in a dull thunderclap. It's not Munich's label, but in an instant, the irreversible rain has poured down. Turning on the TV, the signal from zdf had just left the warm and bright studio and cut into the Allianz Stadium, which was less than five kilometres away from me – no accident, and it was already a torrential mess. Of course, the game will not be cancelled, and even if you are already soaked on the pitch, the Germans and Hungarians cannot turn back. In the close-up shot of the national anthem, the players have solemn expressions and have their own thoughts. They understood that heavy rain, the final battle of the death group, and the next 90 minutes, lurked all possibilities. But German fans who have eaten and drunk enough in front of the TV set naturally cannot empathize with this. No matter what the face of Tiangong, the German team sitting at the Allianz Arena is also the usual victory guarantee in their hearts.
However, tonight is destined to be a far cry from routine. At nine o'clock, along with the opening whistle that pierced the night sky, there was also sharp lightning. The tv signal, which has always been reliable, began to become vulnerable under the thunderbolt, constantly outputting color bar signals representing Caton. To the surprise of the Munichers, it was their proud goal that was lost earlier than the TV signal. Hungarian veteran Adam Sholoy's header was so stretched that even his live stream before and after the goal returned to a brief fluency. 1-0, the game only started for ten minutes, and the plot was already deviating from the "Munich mode" in the hearts of the locals.
The Hungarians opened the scoring, which was clearly not classic enough, but it was not too curious. Soon, at the other end of the court, Hummels, who had finally figured out the direction of attack after two games, responded, and the header in the beam seemed to be declaring the story back on track. For the next half an hour, however, the German's attack and television signals were generally fragmented, and the elaborate black away shirt was soaked with rain and glued to the players – just like the away teams that had visited here. The people of Munich began to perceive that it was a very different night than every previous one: the Hungarians were by no means ice cream-eating boys, and the city was not on their side. Everything is cruel but fair, and the quagmire of the group of death, growing in Budapest and entrenched in Munich, will indiscriminately devour every laziness and cowardice.
Adam Sauloy flicked his head to score the goal, Hungary 1-0 Germany
Loew and his players also apparently abandoned flukes in the half-time dressing room – some, but not all. In the second half, reasonable lineup adjustments, positive running and more diverse offensive routines gave them a reward, but this reward paid a terrible price. The highly focused Hungarian took advantage of the German's defensive flaw to re-overtake the score in his first attack after kick-off in the middle circle. Schaefer, sprinting at high speed in the chaotic army, is like a silver gun and a white horse Zhao Zilong, turning the black German superstars into a blurred background board like the Cao Army on the slope of Nagasaka. His youthful and frenzied celebration tore at the nerves of the German players who immediately relaxed after scoring the goal, and also stunned the German fans in front of the TV. They were still so immersed in the joy of the equalizer that they had not even had time to introspect: since when did Germany equalize at the Allianz Arena deserve such a celebration?
Schefer scored with a header from Neuer, who made a mistake, and Hungary made it 2-1 germany
Munich won't go away, she's there, Germany's eternal southern star. But if the gaze falls on Budapest, all one sees is Budapest; if one's gaze falls on Wembley, all one sees is Wembley. Only when the eyes are on the Allianz goal will Munich be delighted. The French and Portuguese teams in Budapest are after all wolf ambitions, and the turf of Wembley may be full of traps, but the past is a smooth road... At the end of the day, everything is a fluke, or rather, only the one who kicks the ball into the goal is the real and only winner in the world of football. In the last ten minutes of the game, everyone in front of the TV put down their phones and focused on the only game in Allianz. What happened in Budapest is undoubtedly important, but it is meaningless in the face of the current unfinished race.
Goretzka scored, Germany 2-2 Hungary
The fans are ultimately happy. Goretzka's golden goal kept Budapest's impact to a minimum and allowed Germany to successfully get tickets to Wembley. Symbolically, after Hungary scored his second goal and Germany regained their strength and attacked, Munich also stopped her strange heavy rain. Before its children embark on a journey to a foreign land, the city chooses a strange face to sound the alarm for them, but it also escorts them when they will have to pay the price for their own contempt and wake up to their senses. There is no so-called "classic mode", the only classic on the football field is to focus on attack, defense, that is, the game itself. At Euro 2020, a group of dedicated Hungarians almost turned the Allianz Stadium into their home stadium, which I think the Munich people will never forget.
Red Star News special correspondent Zhang Tong from Munich, Germany
Edited by Ou Peng
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