Chapter 43: Müller vs. Best
The temperature surrounding the Heysel stadium on the 18th June was hot but thankfully not boiling that could affect the player's mind set, for today would be the European final and a new champion would emerge after this game was over. The stadium that could hold 60,000 spectators was only holding just over 43,000 with some thinking that the crowd could've been much bigger had the hosts Belgium made it to the final, however the two teams to compete would be West Germany and Northern Ireland and a lot of the supporters in the ground were German, having all making the short journey over the border. As the two teams walked out onto the field to the great reception that awaited them, the Northern Irish players felt like it was an away game in West Germany considering how many of their supporters were here. They glanced over to see where their fans where and there was indeed about 9,000 Northern Ireland fans in the ground who most had been at the Hungary match just four days ago and had stayed the extra few nights in the Belgium capital booking any hotel that could take them and some, without any money, camped in the streets like homeless people.
Though they were thankful for the fans who had made the journey out here, the gaps in the terraces were painfully evident. It wasn't like Windsor Park where there would be nothing but a field of expected faces but the Northern Ireland fans could hardly be blamed for the lack of fans that had turned up. Times were tough and the Troubles had made life hellish for the people back home with the Belgian authorities refusing the Irish FA to give out more tickets to their supporters due to the never ending fear of a sudden bombing. This wasn't even including the hyper inflation, high unemployment and never ending industrial disputes that were not exclusive for Northern Ireland but the UK as a whole, and that wasn't even including the amount of pundits and neutrals who didn't give the Northern Irish a chance against the much fancied West Germans and one BBC pundit that shall not be named even made the bold claim that it wasn't worth if for their fans to support their team knowing that defeat was the only outcome.
They were all saying that while the final was a mismatch of sorts that Northern Ireland were the clear underdogs and that the contest would be a contest between masters and pupils, they still admired how they had gotten this far and that everyone was licking their lips of the prospect of Gerd Müller taking on George Best, arguably the two best forwards in Europe. Bingham didn't care for everyone thought of his team and knew that they had character to take on anyone, however he did find it quite arrogant that the everyone seemed to think the West Germans were unstoppable. That might be, but they had failed to qualify for the last World Cup and although Northern Ireland had gotten there and had stunned the world just at what they could do, everyone seem to deliberately forget their heroics. It seemed that the only way to shut up this confident sorts was to beat the Germans and back home from Belfast to Belleek, there were many gathering in bars huddled around television sets drinking nervously into their beer as the game started, Brussels seemed like a world away.
Northern Ireland fans in Brussels for the Euro '72 final
The game began and despite the massive roar of the crowd that greeted the kick off, Bingham's voice could be heard shouting "Put it up to Dougan! Put it up to him!" Hamilton tries to hold the ball trying to find the good time to send it up the field, however his attempt is quickly snuffed out by Günter Netzer and takes it into the Irish half and it looks like an early goal within the first few seconds is about to happen, however Netzer's pass to Erwin Kremers is thankfully caught by Liam O'Kane before he passes it back towards his Nottingham Forrest teammate, Tommy Jackson.
However, after Northern Ireland began to get to grips with the Germans, the opening fifteen minutes of the game prove to be much more surprising than anyone had thought as neither side had scored and the ball had barely moved outside of a thirty yard stretch of grass in the middle of the pitch, with the ball being snatched of a player's foot almost as soon as he'd received it. It was a battle in the midfield with Dave Clements locking in a tussle with Uli Hoeneß trying to outdo each other. No punches were being thrown thankfully but the surface of the grass proved to be challenging for both teams as sliding tackles took place as the referee's whistle was barely out of his mouth as these tackles went on and it was quite strange that no card had been shown so far, maybe this Austrian referee was trying to not have a stop/start game like others would've done.
As the game then crept into the twenty minute mark, the West Germans were starting to show their strength and just a minute later, they were awarded a corner kick and pretty much everybody gathered round the penalty box as Kremers fired the kick and Müller almost fires West Germany in front had it not been for the ball hitting the crossbar and the German supporters behind the goal can only let out a groan as a chance goes begging. Best and Müller both stare at each other as they both run out of the area and Best has been aware of the build up of the meet between him and the stocky little centre-forward, nicknamed 'Der Bomber' by the Germans themselves which bemuses Best and many others knowing how much the Germans are trying to live down their wartime past.
Jennings during the final
Then just seven minutes later, 'Der Bomber' himself manages to get past Pat Rice and Sammy Nelson with a well planned run which takes him right towards the edge of the penalty box before he curls in a wonderful shot that Jennings leaps forward to try and get a hold on it, but he can only watch in despair as the ball thunders past him and crash into the back of the net to send the West Germans 1-0 up. A great roar from the mostly German crowd follows as Jennings picks the ball up and kicks it out the centre of the field in frustration, it has not been the wonderful clean sheet record he had in the last World Cup.
The pundits who have all predicted an easy win for West Germany were probably feeling quite vindicated that their predictions seemed to become a reality. From then on the West Germans start turning the screw down as they try to look out for another goal while at the same time push and pull the Northern Irish players around like ragdolls which is so apparent that even those who expect a mauling by West Germany can't help but feel sorry for them as they struggle to keep out waves of German attacks, that is not including the fact that unlike Müller who has certainly shown in this game, Best has been rather absent as he has yet to make a shot on target.
That all said as the whistle for half time was blown, it hadn't been the mismatch final that everyone had thought it would be as the West Germans walked off leading 1-0. That all said, it was quite clear who would be lifting the trophy in an hours time. The watching Northern Ireland fans, both in Brussels and back home weren't feeling all that down as some had feared for a rout and in some ways had been proud that their team had gone toe to toe with one of the continent's great footballing nations and had come out mostly unscathed and while they hadn't had much of a shot on target, West Germany hadn't been much better having not made much clear up chances themselves.
All that was needed surely was for the team to get the ball up to the feet of Best and hope for a little bit of magic that could come out of it, after all, they were only just a goal down...
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While the supporters had reasons to be cautiously optimistic, the Northern Irish players themselves had felt rather despondent. They had gone into the game hoping to cause an upset earlier on, but now they could see why everyone was placing best on the West Germans to do well, they were good,
bloody good in fact and there really shouldn't be any shame of losing to them considering their reputation. Yet Bingham reminded them they were only a goal down and that the pressure was all on the Germans as they had failed to qualify for the last World Cup and would be hosting the tournament within two years and also under pressure to win that one.
Quite a lot of mind soothing seemed to take place throughout the interval and by the time the Northern Ireland team returned to the filed, they had looks of confidence that weren't when they went off. Bingham sat on the bench along with several other players and members of staff as the second half began and all knowing that this was going to be the most important game in the history of Irish football. Despite him building up their confidence that they could do, privately, he actually had doubts that they could topple this West German side and he could only hope they'd make themselves not look foolish out there.
Those who had watched the players dressed in all green closely noticed that there was a slight spring in their step and zest that wasn't there before and much to everyone's amazement, Northern Ireland began to push forward with Best and Dougan leading the charge. But just as they had stunned the Germans in the early moments, they began to get back in the game and push back the underdogs and began laying siege to Northern Ireland suspicious yet solid defence. However with pretty much every West German player pushing forward into the Irish half, Bingham ordered Best to move up the field and away from the mass of players surrounding the Northern Irish penalty box. Then in the fifty fourth minute, Pat Rice get's his foot on the ball and before it can be snatched by a German player, he lobs it over to Best who takes the ball without up the field and is unmarked as he runs with the ball with pretty much no German player near him.
The German fans and their manager scream at their players to get back and stop Best, but the cunning Irishman knows what to do and for what is perhaps the first in the whole game, Best finally gets a shot on target and the ball goes right past the hands of the stunned West German keeper, Stepp Maier who tries to save it, but Best makes a cheeky chip over his head and from out of nowhere and the run of play, has shot Northern Ireland back into the game and belly flops in celebration on the field with pretty much all his teammates dogpiling on him. The Northern Irish fans in the crowd have something to cheer about and the West German supporters are stunned into silence at what has just happened. Bingham gives his players the thumbs up knowing that it's game on.
Pat Rice before lobbing the ball over to Best
The West German players hadn't been expecting this and there were looks of shock that the players exchanged with each other, the game wasn't going to go the way they had expected. The next few minutes of the second half prove to be quite a scrappy affair with Jupp Heynckes trying to win the ball at every opportunity just as O'Neil and Jackson would be too. Those overconfident pundits who predicated a West German victory can only watch nervously as the players in green start playing a brilliant game of football which helps makes the final feel more open rather than one-sided as it had been for the whole game.
That all said, despite now getting a fair bit of possession of the ball, Northern Ireland struggled to find a shot on target and then in the sixty third minute, Northern Ireland are awarded a corner and Bingham knows that these are probably the only time in which Northern Ireland can score from right in front of the nervous looking Northern Ireland fans standing behind the goal. Mcllory takes the corner kick and Dougan tries to get his head on it but it is knocked out of the box by Hans-Georg Schwarzenbeck going near the centre line, however the ball is caught by O'Neil who witnesses several big German players coming towards him, so instead he does the only thing he can do and cross it over to Best who makes a quick check of the goal before firing it home and making Maier dive to the left to get it. The German keeper does it his hands to it but he can't get a good enough grip on it and the ball cascades up from his grasp and hits the roof of the net and sending any Irishman in the ground into utter raptures.
Against the odds, Northern Ireland have come back from 1-0 down to lead 2-1 thanks to two wonderful shots from that man, George Best. Even Bingham can contain himself as he and Terry Neil, also sitting on the bench, embrace each other and dance around like lunitics yet who can blame them? Northern Ireland is in dreamland! If the wildly celebrating Northern Ireland fans are anything to go by, lord knows just what is going on back home with celebrations like it's New Years Eve. Pretty much everyone cannot believe what they are seeing, it hadn't seem possible at half time and now they have the unbelievable chance of becoming European Champions!
Best after celebrating his second goal of the final
Sadly any thoughts of unlikely glory only last for five minutes as Müller (who else?) strike back with a goal thanks to a great teamwork goal thanks to Netzer and Kremers to level the score at 2-2, the Irish payers were probably already dreaming of glory and have been caught off guard. From what many expected as a rout has now turned into a thrilling final with the two best players scoring two of the four goals each. One thing is certain that whoever scores next will surely be the winning goal for this game. As the match wore on, the Northern Irish players were starting to look tired and had done pretty everything they could to take the game to the Germans. Despite making two substitutes to try and freshen up the team, Bingham players look like they were being pushed to their absolute limit and in the seventy sixth minute, Müller goes on his own with the ball and despite the likes of Alan Hunter and Dave Craig trying to stop 'Der Bomber', the German centre forward takes the ball and for some reason decides to strike it forward from quite a distance from the eighteen yard line and everyone watches with held breathes as the ball goes flying and Jennings prepares to make a save for it.
Instead he only just misses out on grabbing it as the ball rockets past him and hits the top right hand corner that gives him his hattrick and puts West Germany 3-2 into the lead. The West German supporters find their voice again and start making all the noise knowing that they have surely got this game in the bag thanks to a wonder goal from that man and the Northern Irish players are absolutely exhausted, they just haven't got anything left in them. In the closing moments of the game, many West German supporters start appearing on the side lines waiting to begin a pitch invasion, it is only a matter of time. The only bit of amusing in the game is from the Irish fans chanting to the man who broke their hearts chant the following; "Gerd Müller, you're a wanker! You're a wanker!"
Wherever or not he knows what they are saying is unknown.
West German players celebrate the third goal being scored
Finally after a bruising last few minutes of added time, the referee blows his whistle and West Germany are the new European champions with their supporters making a mad rush onto the pitch to celebrate putting all the ghosts they might've had to the past and now turn their sights on in the World Cup taking place in their home country in 1974. Bingham goes over to his distraught players who felt they could've done it, but the truth being was that they were up against it and the fact that they went toe to toe with West Germany and come out with their dignity intact was truly something special. Both players exchange handshakes and the number of Northern Irish fans in the stadium began applauding and chanting for them in which the players walk over to them and applaud back at them for supporting them all this way.
Best though is feeling upset, he probably can imagine he can help the team make it to the next World Cup in two years time but at the same time only dawns on him that this was perhaps his only chance of winning silverware for his country and now that chance has gone. The other question is will Northern Ireland make it to another final? In future, time will tell...
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So there we are, Northern Ireland lose and West Germany are victors. I suppose even ITTL, West Germany would perhaps be a step to far for Northern Ireland. That all said, who would've loved to have seen Best and Müller meet in a major tournament? Who knows what might've happened but for thing is for certain, it certainly would've have been a dull affair. Anyway, next up is West Germany '74 and will England qualify for it ITTL or will Wales do it? One for thing is for certain, Scotland are back. Stay tuned for the next World Cup!