Small Magician

I sadly missed the national games due to my injury by a short amount of time. Due to this, I had extra vacation. Which I often used to train or go to Isa.

Germany played 0:0 against France in the Nations League. We were in a real group of death. 

It was France, the winners of 2018. Us, the winners of 2014, and Netherlands the finalists of 2010. 

All famous national teams are in one group, due to the Nation League only having three members in a group. 

Only the first place qualified for the knockouts. It was a deadly fight for the knockouts.

After that, we had a friendly against Peru, which we won 2:1.

Another thing I haven't said yet is that Bayern won every game I was away, besides one. It was against Bayern's most feared Enemy Gladbach. We lost 0:2.

On the 20th of October, we faced Wolfsburg, who was one of Bayern's favorite enemies to face. Bayern won around 40 of all of their 50 matches against each other.

Lewandowski's famous 5 goals in 9 minutes didn't really help that status either.

(This time it will be from a conference view. Of course only the short minutes before the goal. Tell me if you like it or if I should only write a solo view.)

"Today the young Maximilian Meyer is in the starting eleven of Bayern again. This shows the trust Kovac showed in this young talent. Let us see how he will perform in this match. 

In the preparation of the game, I felt in a very good mood and in high spirits. Due to this I opened my shoelaces and made some freestyle.

The Wolfsburger audience didn't seem to mind that I was a Bayern player and started applauding my performance. 

I felt very "Brazilian" today if you could say so. 

Soon the game started. 

...

"This is a good chance for Dortmund against Stuttgart for the 1:0. If they per-", the commentator tried to say but was interrupted by a loud scream. 

"Goaaalllllllllllllll in Wolfsburg"

"Then let's switch to Wolfsburg, the commentator said with a smile"

The scene switches and we can see me celebrating with a simple jump and punching into the air. 

The commentator screamed, "WHAT A GOAL! AND HOW HE IS IN FORM TODAY. WHAT IS THIS?! Look at this replay and watch this goal. Sit down on your couch and enjoy it."

The Replay came on.

It saw me receiving the ball from Hummels. I was on the right wing right now. I made a Sombrero flick over Wolfsburg central midfielder Gerhardt. After that, I immediately nutmegged him and passed him. 

I looked up and saw nobody. 

I started to sprint forward and soon their defensive midfielder Arnold came to me. I was mostly jogging right now and wasn't in a fast pace. I started to gain tempo and made multiple bicycles, a body feint, and gave Arnold an ankle breaker. Starting to slow down again I saw three defenders in front of me. The right-back and both center-backs.

They were like a triple layer. I started to laugh. That was the beginning of the psychological war.

I passed one with an elastico. The other two came to me at the same time. I passed the ball between the two and ran from outside the sidelines to quickly catch up to the ball. Afterward, I was alone against Casteels their goalkeeper. 

I started to jog again.

After I was in front of him I made a fake shot. He fell for it and tried to go for a save while I made a rainbow flick over his head to which he couldn't react. Facing the empty goal I made a simple Marseille Roulette and passed the ball into the goal with my back heel.

Afterward, I ran to the Wolfburg fan's few Ultras and bowed down like a magician ending his performance.

Shortly afterwards I was pressed down by all of my teammates.

I got a yellow from the referee for provoking the enemy fans and Kovac took me down in halftime because a few guys from Wolfsburg tried to kill me.

In the end, we won 3:0, due to 2 goals from Lewandowski.

Many people said that my goal needs to win the Puskas.

And I got a new nickname.

"Small Magician"