At halfti, House compiled his statistics.
"Silva completed fifty-two passes in the first half," he said. "Every single one of them found its target. One hundred percent completion across forty-five minutes of a competitive cup match." He paused for a mont. "For context: the best completion rates in the Bundesliga this season hover around eighty-eight percent. The highest recorded in a full match by a central midfielder in the last three years is ninety-four." Another pause. "Fifty-two for fifty-two."
In Gelsenkirchen, Schalke's fans were watching on television.
[That's the midfielder we've needed all season. Where has he been?]
[Dortmund released him five days before this club signed him. Think about that.]
[Four goals, all through the sa player, against a side that was supposed to test us. The midfield hasn't looked like this since- honestly I can't rember when.]
And then Magath announced the halfti substitutions.
[Bujerab? He's putting Bujerab on?]
[After that first half he's taking Silva off and putting Bujerab on?]
[I know it's cup rotation, I know, but still. Still.]
The second half started. Bujerab took up his position in the attacking midfield role.
Slomka had spoken to his players at halfti with the clarity of a man who had stopped trying to change a result and started trying to change a performance. "The scoreline is what it is," he'd said. "Forty-five minutes left. Show the supporters sothing worth watching. Press harder. Make them work for everything."
His players heard it the way it was intended.
In the 47th minute, Bujerab received from the base of midfield and turned to drive forward through the centre. He'd done this successfully in training all week. Here, Abdellaoue ca from his blind side, a full collision, not a foul, just two large n arriving at the sa space at the sa ti with different intentions. Bujerab went down.
He lay on the turf for a mont, the crowd briefly engaged again. When the referee crouched to ask if he needed a stretcher, Bujerab waved him off and got to his feet. He was fine. Uncomfortable, but fine.
He took the free kick himself. Found Annan on the left. Hannover had retreated into a deep block, eight n behind the ball, disciplined, giving Schalke the ball in front of them and daring them to find a way through. It was intelligent defending at 4–0. Take away the space, make the pitch small, force the attacking team into sideways passing until they made a mistake.
The problem was that Bujerab's ga worked best with space.
He needed a touch to survey the options. When the space closed, the touch beca a second touch, and by the ti the second touch was done, the window had moved. Schalke circulated. Per Kluge on the left. Back to Bujerab. Then the defensive midfielder. Back to Bujerab again.
House, in the booth, kept his voice asured.
"The tempo has changed. That's not surprising given the substitution, different players have different rhythms. What Schalke had in the first half was a one-touch ga that kept Hannover's defence permanently shifting. That requires a specific type of ball-carrier in the middle." He didn't say anything more than that.
He didn't need to.
[He's been on fifteen minutes and hasn't played a single forward pass.]
[The passing is fine. It's just not going anywhere.]
[This is exactly what happens every week. The ball moves, nothing happens. I've watched it for two months.]
On the pitch, Bujerab was trying. He wasn't hiding. He tracked back when Hannover had the ball, he competed for second balls, he held his position in the shape. But the through balls - the passes that required reading movent two touches ahead, the deliveries to space rather than to players, weren't appearing.
He could see his teammates making runs. He could see where they wanted the ball. What he couldn't do was be certain, in the half-second window before the press arrived, that the pass would land correctly. So he held it. And the window closed.
Huntelaar, making runs into the channels that weren't being found, pulled back and dropped deep to receive instead. He wasn't doing it deliberately, he was just going to where the ball was. But it ant the striker was fifteen tres further from goal than he needed to be, which compressed the whole attack.
Magath watched from the touchline and said nothing.
The 69th minute.
Bujerab had the ball at the top of the Hannover half, looking for the next pass. Sergio Pinto had been watching him for twenty minutes, tracking his habits, the slight dip of the shoulder before he went left, the extra touch that always preceded his right-footed pass. He ca from the side and slid in with both feet forward.
Clean contact. He got the ball.
The ball ran to Hannover's right wing imdiately. Schlaudraff, who had been on since the second-half start, was already moving, he'd been watching the Schalke shape, seeing the overcommitnt in midfield, knowing this was the mont if it ca.
It ca.
Schlaudraff ran into the space. tzelder tracked back but the gap was too large. Neuer ca off his line to narrow the angle.
Schlaudraff waited, one extra step, one small check to make sure Neuer was committed and rolled it into the empty net.
SWISH!
4–1.
The AWD Arena found its voice for the first ti since the opening. Not euphoria, a goal when you're 4–0 down is not euphoria. But acknowledgent. Sothing worth acknowledging.
On the turf, Bujerab was still on the ground where the tackle had left him. He'd felt the ankle on the way down, the sharp specific pain that was different from impact, that ca from a joint moving in a direction it hadn't been designed to move in.
He pressed his hand to it. Pressed again.
He looked at the Schalke bench. The team doctor was already moving onto the pitch.
He had wanted to prove sothing in this second half. The forty-five minutes were gone and the proof had gone the other way. The Brazilian had four assists in the first half. He had conceded a goal in the second.
He lay back on the grass and stared at the AWD Arena lights.
The doctor crouched beside him, asking questions.
"The ankle," Bujerab said.
The doctor examined it. Looked up at Magath and shook his head.
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