Borna Sosa threw herself on her back and cried. Atakan Karazor wiped his eyes with his hand. Sasa Kalajdzic shook Sosa, then put his arm around him. And Konstantinos Mavropanos? He stood straight, eyes wide, and then he slapped his forehead with his hand. What did I do there?
It was a question that could be answered with relentless clarity, as some malicious individual broadcast the crucial scene of that 1-1 draw between VfB Stuttgart and VfL Bochum up and down afterwards. You can see how Mavropanos in the fourth minute of added time runs towards a Bochum ball that has been sent aimlessly, how he tries to let the ball roll out and block the opponent, if there is one at all, oh, watch out, that’s really it one, shouldn’t I rather hit the ball away? Collisions of thoughts, in fractions of a second, mockingly displayed on the finest color television. Mavropanos prefers to swipe the ball away, and then several things happen at the same time.
Bochum’s Sebastian Polter runs past him, Mavropanos pulls out and slips and hits Polter while sliding. What are you supposed to do as a Bochumer Polter? fall, what else? And as Osmer’s referee you don’t have a choice either: you have to whistle for penalties. The rules do not provide for pity or an extra sanction for clumsiness.
Should VfB Stuttgart be relegated to the second division in the near future, the players, the staff and the hundred thousand supporters of this huge traditional club will all have the same image in their heads. You will not see the many other mishaps of the season, the missed penalties, the deflected goals, the numerous injuries and the even more numerous corona diagnoses, not all the pass errors and the defensive errors. You’ll see Mavropanos accidentally flattening that polter. And maybe they’ll let the image in their head continue for a moment and see the complete nonchalance with which Bochum’s Eduard Löwen converted the following penalty.