Muito interessante este artigo da Blomberg sobre a decadência do FC Frankfurt desde o caso Bosman.
Is Der Anker coming back?
It has been more than ten years since the über-reliable defensive midfield Markus Deutsch retired after a long and successful tenure as captain of FC Frankfurt. A player so solid as to deserve the nickname Der Anker (The Anchor), Mr. Deutsch led his squad to international glory and earned multiple accolades.
Now he watches from the sidelines in disgust as the reputation of his old club is shattered by the bickering at the locker room and mismanagement at the board room. “It all began with the Bosman ruling, we were a cohesive unit with common understanding and harmony one day, in the next we were in a no man’s land,” says Mr. Deutsch, referring to the 1995 decision by the European Court of Justice that erased restrictions on international transfers of players.
But not every old man’s reminiscences are rose tinted. In the old days of title winning squads, FC Frankfurt achieved some impressive organizational feats. When their rival club Osten Frankfurt shut off their operation, FCF spent a few years in the red to support Osten’s laid-off players. “We made an organizational decision to take them in, even though they had to be reeducated into new tactics and quite a few of them, well, did not have the ball skills to be successful in the bigger leagues. We even let our salaries fall behind because that was the right thing to do if we wanted to remain at the top,” proudly recalls Der Anker.
Good old days indeed. The Bosman ruling opened the borders of Euroland soccer and the Old Guard, confident of having accomplished their mission, retired to the quiet of Bodensee or the buzz of Phuket.
But what an unruly mob came in!
The conspicuous Italian philosopher of science Aprile Uno, a catedratic of La Scuola Nuova de Torino, chimes in wittily: “As European borders dissolved into nihil, so did social norms and the very fabric of society. A truly European soccer powerhouse is more than a collective of quick feet and mental elegance, but also calls for a new language that transcends the verbal and breaks the barriers erected by centuries of domination of common men and women by their masters! But the crux of the matter is that not even hordes of Huns ravaging the countryside connected the poly-Europas into one organic sentient unit! `Cazzo', not even Bush did it!”
If neither Attila nor Bush could unite them, Ludwig Van Dour, the Belgian manager hired to rebuild FFC, fights an uphill battle!
First, Irish goalie Bàil O’Banks made a habit of missing morning practices with lame excuses: “I was off kickin’ some Poles from my property!”
Then young Italian prodigy Giovanni Succhiatette would leave all the running to the veterans and insist that his mamma accompanied him to the locker room. When confronted by his teammates, Il Bambino would dive on the ground, roll in pain and point the finger on his alleged aggressor.
When the team most needed flair, Juan Doles, the Spanish ace, was fit only for half time yet wanted the lifestyle of a ninety-minutes player. His substitute, Nuno Cabeça, a Portuguese footballer, got lost in his way from the airport and, months later, was spotted selling sausages and bread from a VW Kombi near the stadium.
But team morale only hit an all time low when the two Greek defenders, Borrolis Kanotpayakis and Sophoclates Indebitekis, were photographed brandishing their swords while wearing dark leather Speedos before the game against Iranian powerhouse Isfahan. This incident was later called the “300 affair”, perhaps in reference to their country’s true debt-to-GDP ratio.
So all this turmoil begs the question: will the good times ever come back?
While jogging around Bodensee, Markus Deutsch seems as fit as in the day of his retirement.