Jurgen figured the only way Reese would actually get better is through actual game play. His work ethic was surely there, that was obvious from the fact that he actually got up after falling. His soccer skills were obviously lacking, but that was to be expected from most American children. Something struck Jurgen about this kid he had now been tutoring for the past two weeks. “That’s enough,” Jurgen instructed Reese as he stood back up for his 12 th attempt.
Three out of 11 times: Reece had a 27 percent success rate dribbling around the first cone. He’s practiced this, Jurgen noticed as Reese fell for the eighth time. His pressed, polo shirt still had not picked up a single clod of dirt. Reese Worthington tripped over the dribbling cone for the seventh time, doing a barrel roll as he fell. It was then that a friend heard about an opportunity for a rich family looking for a private soccer tudor. A restraining order prevented him from seeing them again. His wife, scared of being connected to a felon, moved to Frankfurt, his two children in tow. Jurgen spent three months in German prison for attempted theft before his release on good behavior. You sad, sad man,” the Munich police said. “Halt! You’re under arrest for attempting to steal cash from the Bayern Munich football team. “If we gave you a raise, everybody else would have to get one! Nein!” the field manager said. “We out ze cash for low-level employees,” the club President said. Always the ketchup on the bratwurst, the Bayern Munich squad could somehow scrounge enough money to pay a 40 million Euro buyout fee for Javi Martinez, but when it came to a living wage for Jurgen, the wallets suddenly closed up. He had everything he wanted.Įxcept money. He loved his life, he loved his family, he loved soccer. After schooling, he began work in the front office at Bayern Munich, eventually joining the sidelines as an assistant coach.
He was there for the German side’s third, and to this date last, World Cup victory.įrom that moment forward, he knew soccer was his life. It was the summer of 1990, and in the best month of his life, Jurgen followed Die DFB Elf from stadium to stadium to championship. And for his 16 th birthday, he was given a trip to Italy for his birthday. He learned the intricacies of the offsides rule when he was five. German children grew up with a soccer ball on at their feet.
The sheer hopelessness, the utter lack of talent, the indescribable terribleness in front of him rendered him speechless. Jurgen Handelmann could only stop and stare.
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