Alright guys, now that the hype of the World Cup has (sort of) died down, I’m going to discuss another important World Cup Final as it relates to German history - it’s known today as the “Miracle of Bern.”
So, picture this: It’s 1954. World Cup is in Switzerland this year. You, by some luck, are a West German citizen. World War II ended nine years ago, and your country is on the slow road to recovery after being hacked into numerous pieces and divided amongst other powers like a Christmas Hannibal special.
Hitler was just so rude.
So. World Cup. West & East Germany were not allowed to play in the 1950 Cup, because Nazis or something. East Germany didn’t participate this year, probably because they couldn’t afford footballs.
So it was up to West.
Somehow, despite the odds, West Germany had made it to the final. Holy shit! Who thought they’d stand a chance against the powerhouse of Hungary?
Their coach did.
See, he had a plan: He had a strong team and he knew it - but Hungary didn’t. He had eight strong players and eleven REALLY strong players. When West Germany had faced off against Hungary in the knockout round, they had gotten crushed 8-3. But mostly because their coach wouldn’t let Hungary see his most powerful players. Despite the painful loss, they had to sit out the entire match.
The Final took place on 4 July in Bern, Switzerland. Hungary had unsurprisignly made it to the final. They had reigned undefeated for a whopping 31 matches prior.
So what happened that day? Well, it was raining like a motherfucker. Everyone knew Hungary would win. How could they not? They had blasted through the World Cup. People hardly even took bets during the match - it was just known who was going to win. Hungary was, statistically, the best team in the world.
So the weather that day was terrible - rainy, windy, chilly, overall terrible - except for someone on the German team. Fritz Walter, a West German midfielder, was known to Hulk out and kick ass in the rain, because the alternative was hot blistery summery weather, and fuck that.
Pictured above: Fritz Walter and a Hungarian player.
After just six minutes, the Hungarian star Ferenc Puskás scored. Again, no big surprise. Two minutes later, Hungary scored again bringing the score to 2-0 before most people in the stadium had even taken their seats.
During the rest of the match, the Germans equalised with 2 more goals, and it remained that way until the end of the match. By the time it was almost over, extra time was being considered, tensions were high, people were frustrated, and then –
With six minutes left, Helmet Rahn scored West Germany’s third goal. Holy shit!
No big deal, four minutes later Puskás scored a third goal as well for Hungary.
…Well, he would have, but the referee ruled it offside.
Minutes later, the match ended with 3-2 with West Germany as victor. Nobody saw it coming, not even most of West Germany, who were happy to just be in the finals their first year playing in so long. To say the least, it was a pleasant surprise.
West Germany, 1954. Confetti included.
Even today, the 1954 victory is known as the turning point in post-war German history. It lifted the people from their suffering after World War II, with the knowledge that they had risen so quickly to become a global force in sports.
It was the first time the German national Anthem had been played at a global sporting event, and people could actually, for the first time in a long time, be proud of their nation and of themselves.
You had gone to a football ( soccer ) conference, and you were bored out of your mind. You knew everything that they were talking about, after all, your a huge football fan. Suddenly, everyone in the room got up from there seats and began clapping. You weren’t paying attention, instead you were scrolling through tumblr. You quickly got up with a confused face, which soon turned into amazement and nervousness once your eyes landed on Neymar, who was walking on to the stage. You took your phone out, taking a picture of him and sending it to you best friend.
The whole conference you couldn’t take your eyes off him, and everyone on your tumblr page was going insane, telling you to keep them updated.
“ Ma'am, we would appreciate it if you would leave your phone alone, and maybe turn it off. This is a special conference and its disrespectful to be on your phone while we talk ” the guy with the mic said. Everyone in the room turned to you, even Neymar. Your eyes met his, and you dropped your phone, cursing under your breath.
“ I, I’m sorry. I’ll go now ” You said, you felt nervous under Neymars gaze, causing you to stutter . You grabbed your phone and your purse.
“ Stay ” you heard someone say. You looked up, meeting eyes with Neymar again. You nodded your head and sat back down, putting your phone inside your purse. Doing the whole conference, Neymar wouldn’t stop staring at you, and occasionally smiling at you.