Miserable Birthday Spam
3rd of February, 1960, a little boy was born in the town of Schönau. He might have had an idea early on that his generous mop of black hair would stick with him for a long time. He might have known right away, that the incessant nose-picking would never leave him. He might have sensed, as fussy aunts bent over his crib to dangle with their jewellery and fancy blouses to speak to him in squeals, an unearthly attraction to cashmere sweaters. But little did he know that he, 51 years later, would be preparing the German national team for a friendly against Italy… and that he’d be known, world-wide, as the most fashionable Bundestrainer of all time.
Dear Diary…
This is Jogi.
Today is his birthday.
Busy as he is, he might not have time to go out celebrating…
…so we never know who he might bring to Dortmund!
For certain, however, his better half will be there…
…since two heads are better than one…
…when it comes to keeping their children in check.
Or they might get confuddled...
Although the burden may be heavy at times…
…our Jogi is prepared to carry the weight of Germany if he must.
He’s praised for his work.
Awarded for his clothes.
He's our German James Bond!
But for this coach, the most important thing of all…
…is the success of his boys.
He always believes in them…
...even if they’ve lost belief in themselves.
He lets them grow into the stars they can be.
He both cheers and cries with them.
He… likes to think he’s one of them.
Eleganz, Intelligenz und Teamgeist. Serving under Klinsi, this dream was put into motion.
Now Jogi is the one on top. (Misinterpret that one for all you're worth, ladies!)
He's a man of many faces.
You never quite know which one is right.
But it’s the inside that counts, after all…
...and his inside is a lion!
In short, this is one fab coach we're talking about! You'd better make way for this GQMF!
So, today is Jogi’s birthday, and an “Alles Gute!” is called for. But there’s so much more I’d like to say to him, if only I could… Thank you for everything, Jogi. For picking your nose in public, for wearing scarves like a boss, for believing in the boys, and for bringing out the best in them. Hope you’ve had a most wonderful day… and kick some Italian *rsch on Wednesday!
(Oh, and this happens to be my very first, incredibly noobish post... I've done a million things wrong, surely, so I'd appreciate pointers and helpful words. :) But please be nice, 'cause I totally failed physics today and I'm already at the bottom...)
Pics from all over the place, including getty, daylife, tz-online, tumblr and many posts here on Loew’s Mis. Thanks to everyone!