Retortenverein

retortenverein

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Sechzig roughly pronounced 'zeksich': Due to their sharing Allianz Arena, they also shared an apartment room Kinda like a 'Take that!

We're always excited if a matchday - or simply a match - is coming, no? So are these guys for the upcoming game against Poland!

Welcome to the fourth chapter of Bundeslihaha! Or should I say, Euro Quahahahalification? Someone has a potty mouth for a few paragraphs.

And I'm not a commentator, much less an analyst, so feel free to correct any inaccuracies at the last part.

Stuttgart crossed his arms on his chest, eyes fixed on the imposing yellow-clad man who was, in his not-so-humble opinion, not so imposing anymore. Werder Bremen shook his head ruefully.

Pouting, Werder's hands flew to the older club's neck. Its owner, though, simply raised an eyebrow at the Green-Whites. Werder's eyes bulged out of their sockets as Stuttgart's fingers trolled his nerve ends, up and down his sides and oh my god not the back of the neck-!

He held his breath, squirmed and did everything to escape, but he could no longer contain the laughter bubbling inside him. But his attack didn't stop.

If anything, it only intensifi- hahahahaHAHA! Three pairs of eyes regarded Werder for a second Shaking his head, Köln dragged Stuttgart off the hysterical personification, who immediately let out a long, relieved sigh.

The three-time champion then turned to Stuttgart and asked, "Wanna bet too? The remorseless tickler grimaced.

Dortmund, who knew what Piszczek and Lewandowski could do, discreetly looked away, but Schalke's brusque answer caused him to perk up again.

At the same time, Bayer Leverkusen entered the living room with drinks. Stuttgart rolled his eyes, but before he could deliver a particularly irritating quip, Werder cordially invited the host in.

Throat dry from his recent exertion, the Bremen club downed the lemonade in seconds. But when Freiburg, that cursed little goody two shoes, begged him to - "Watching Nationalelf alone doesn't have the same atmosphere!

I missed all of you So he'd worn his sweetest smile and agreed. The others hadn't been so easily convinced, though. Bayern, for one, insisted on watching the game live as she had players on both sides, and Köln, despite his relative patience, called him out on his "plastic kindness" Leverkusen paused; no one had called him by his owner's name for quite a long time.

I'm watching with the guys. It took all his will not to slam his phone, get up and throttle his fellow Rhine club in person. Take a deep breath, Leverkusen, he ordered himself, take lots of them.

Saying 'screw it' to his operator, he started counting. Now he did slam his phone, and it made a satisfying clatter as its contents burst out of their casing.

What in the world had possessed him to come? Had he been bluffing when he said he wanted to watch the game with his team? Probably yes, logic answered, because who in their right mind prefers a goat to a hot WAG?

Not me, he replied, feeling his lunch rise to his throat at the mental image. The thought of odor snapped Leverkusen back to the real world.

And it was about time - thick smoke was seeping out of his oven, filling the kitchen. He covered his nose and mouth with a hand, but it was too late - the smell of burnt cookies assaulted his nose and his mouth and his throat As if it knew an answer would annoy its owner more, the oven of Bayer 04 Leverkusen let out a last beep and died.

But Leverkusen's inner fire was immediately extinguished. His sprinkles poured rain on his profane parade, soaking him from head to toe; from the red stripes of his jersey to his black shorts and blue slippers.

After a long, long fifteen minutes of cleaning, Leverkusen left his godforsaken kitchen for a shower.

If I have to host one more time, he vowed, squeezing his soap bar so hard it cracked, I'll poison Freiburg's food so much she'll die before she gets an actual bite.

Now fresh in a Germany second jersey the one with four stars, I might add and jeans, Leverkusen finally settled for lemonade - cheap, simple, and inflammable.

It wasn't like the guests had asked him to cook a three-course meal, hadn't they? There was that voice again He'd tried to ignore it, even tried to make it stop with medications, but it wouldn't go away.

Was it something more sinister? He didn't want to know. But every time he acted against it, something inside him hurt.

Maybe that's why I always need my Swear Jar full But when he got up to refill, Werder stopped him. Leverkusen agreed inside, cursing his kitchen once more, I'm so done with that room!

But the voice came back, giving not-so-subtle signals to his body to act the part of proper host He sighed in relief as the bell spared him an answer.

And it wasn't just the colors that stood out - the sounds did, too. A trumpet screamed in his ears when the door was fully open.

Werder's slight form bumped into Mainz's taller one, faceplanting on the small drum on his chest. Grinning mischievously, Mainz chased the Green-Whites around the room, his scarves and cape flag?

Leverkusen's eyes betrayed his disgust at the two club's juvenile antics, and it was spotted by none other than VfB Stuttgart. When blue-green eyes met brown, it held no trace of the Leverkusen the world knew.

A five-euro bill was shoved into the Jar as Leverkusen's patience drained faster than the lemonade in Werder's glass. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spacious living room, the non-footballing variant of Revierderby was rolling.

But we don't care about that, not yet, at least Borussia Mönchengladbach had to endure Freiburg and Hertha plus Frankfurt's motor mouth gossiping like mother hens since before he arrived.

Not to mention Paderborn's horrible 'cover' of He'd probably talked to a hundred people already, judging from the many different voices stabbing his head in the form of a migraine.

The waiting clubs except Paderborn, who was trying - and failing - to sing the high notes of Aerosmith's Dream On without sounding like a dying cat turned to the newcomer, who carried what seemed to be a snack trolley.

The Lower Saxony club smirked proudly. When the Wolves pulled Freiburg off him, she pouted, shooting the Rhine club a poisonous look, but no fucks were given back.

We've been waiting for ages. The call ended with a beep, and a moment later, they were ushered in by a guilty-looking Leverkusen. Twenty minutes before the game, everyone had settled on the sofas or the fluffy carpet on the floor, and Leverkusen picked his favorite couch.

Fan attributes - which consisted of basically everything sans flares - were held like weapons of war, some slung on the shoulder and some held overhead.

Small talks and predictions buzzed like bees before the TV, and they set aside their differences as they prepared to watch a national team that was nearly comprised of two clubs.

Leverkusen quickly let the two clubs in. Wolfsburg, ever the alert one, gave them Spezi the moment their butts touched their seats.

I don't want to miss a milisecond! A feminine laugh could be heard from the other end, and Mainz's expression relaxed. You want them all to listen?

I'm Mia, from Poland. But if you lose," Mia's smirk was palpable as she let her words sink in, "My boyfriend will have to dye his hair white and red And the money, dear.

Don't forget the money. Gladbach also expressed his agreement, and his move was followed by the rest of the room. May the best team win!

The other commentator glanced at his tablet for a brief moment and said, "As expected, Poland is maximizing their attack this evening, with Ajax forward Arkadiusz Milik and Robert Lewandowski as skipper.

Everyone stared at Dortmund with varying degrees of accusation, but he only shrugged. That really is some record!

Old and new animosities were replayed here, and every fan, from the most fanatic ultras to the children brought here by their parents, could feel the chants reverberating inside them.

They felt it waking up their souls, their passion, and uniting them as one. This isn't a stadium, thought Bayern as the players entered the field, followed by their national anthems-.

Köln's nickname, emphasized on the F rather than the C as it is in the local dialect. Mainz 05 is nicknamed Karnevalsverein Carnival club for the many carnivals held in the city.

And his fake name, Jürgen, comes from his legendary former coach Jürgen Klopp This season, Stuttgart has a nice touch in front of the goal, but has conceded quite a lot as well.

Werder Bremen won in and Stuttgart in They were great competition for bigger clubs like Schalke and Bayern.

As for the voice in Levi's head, it is different from Bayern's imaginary taunts in Dortmund's Thousands of thoughts ran in the minds of fans and media alike as Armin Veh looked straight into the camera with a heavy heart.

Those loyal to the Swabians stared at their gadgets with unblinking eyes as their social media channels updated, sentence by sentence.

Meanwhile, watching the press conference, a pair of brown eyes narrowed in the distance-. Nine points out of twelve games is not good.

In many close encounters, we weren't fortunate enough. Fortunate, the dark-clad figure thought, letting the word bounce in every corner of his mind. There's no such thing as fortune.

It was rumored that high-ups could revoke their almost-divine privilege, after all, so he'd kept his mouth shut, albeit grudgingly. Veh was one of the few people who could curb his scathing remarks, and that was why he hadn't liked him as much as he should.

But at the end of the season, they'd won the league, so without waiting for an 'I told you so', he'd begun to find the joys in shutting up.

And when he failed, he never blamed the players, never blamed the club's money After that sentimental moment, Stuttgart almost expected to feel tears welling in his eyes But nothing happened, save a mere blip of realization.

Not unlike that one when the board sacked Bobic, or when Bayern bought Gomez-. And not a split-second later, ideas - of people and technique and philosophy - moved the gears inside Stuttgart's head.

Happy belated birthday, Dortmund Please don't get relegated. You're the white knight to Bayern's evil overlord.

The last jeers, the last ultra leaving and middle fingers rising wash over me in alarming intensity. I mean to nod at the coach; he really shouldn't be doing this- but another voice interrupts me.

I lift my head—the direction doesn't matter—the moment I find my voice back. But flashes of that header, of every individual mistake, continue to haunt me, screaming liar!

And relegation—I haven't been there for forty years, I don't want to! I shut my eyes tighter as I hang my head.

I wake up on something… soft. I propel my body into a standing position, ignoring my stiff limbs. I instinctively take a step back to see her full profile And I sigh in relief at the lack of bulging biceps under her sleeves.

I grin at her perpetual frown—it has been a long time since I met the former Bundesligist. Then her eyes widen, as if something just dawned on her.

Why would I not meet Bayern again? I say as much to her, and she laughs, louder than anything I can manage. She stands up and cups my cheeks in her hands.

The room we're in is spacious but packed with people, some chatting, some drinking, some snacking… but I see faces I only recognize from Pokal matches.

A few are familiar, though. A few faces later, my gaze finally arrives back where it started… München. Welcome to the zweite Liga. This is too much.

Jürgen Klopp, Kloppo, my one-in-a-million manager, Echte Liebe personified, lost his job. This amazing man—the one who led us to glory and loved us like they were his flesh and blood—why was he given marching orders?

He never backed down. He said so himself. He… I stop myself, pursing my lips. I should move on. Managers come and go, Borussia.

You should know better than that. So… so Bayern, too, was unbeaten… for a whole season? I blink repeatedly, seeing stars—too much information in such a short time, and none of them pleasant.

Shit, shit, holy freaking shit. I stare at her, imploring, please be good news. Without much thought, I lunge at her— curse you for spewing all these bullshit!

He thinks about his previous club, but as much as he tries to recall anything, he finds nothing. Maybe she was more realistic, being a small club from a small city… but who knows?

She rarely hung out with the team in the first place. She was always seen with either the coach or that other girl… Nürnberg, wasn't it?

He shakes his head. Conditioned air caresses the back of my neck, my cheek, every centimetre of exposed skin. I curl tighter, my feet digging into the cushion of my seat.

The moment we touch, warmth travels to me in waves, proving my nightmare wrong, but the moment ends as quickly as it started.

I'm not a BVB fan, so I basically did some research which includes extensive chatting and browsing fanpages. Was it worth it?

Does it sound forced? Constructive criticism about anything as it is severely lacking here; I'm sure this story is far from perfect is especially welcome!

The only reader commenting actively is German, yet I keep making dem translation notes. The irony is not lost on the author.

It's coming after this chapter. The figure's eyes never wavered from the office door a few meters before him— why had Aki called this late? Come as soon as you can, Borussia, said the text that had woken him up, this is important.

He rarely questioned Aki's orders there was no reason to do so, after all , so he immediately took a shower, wore the topmost stuff he spotted inside his closet, and used his hair gel only when he was safely rooted in the U-Bahn.

His mind, never one for philosophical exercises or 'what if's, drifted with what he saw: Maybe something like what Mainz wore.

A few minutes later, he found himself back in the present, standing before the office of Ballspielverein Borussia 09 e.

The lights in the room mirrored the stars in the sky, never managing to light up the room blanketed with despair. Unlike what legends said, personifications didn't have the power to read minds or sense feelings in a supernatural way—but in this case, it didn't take an idiot to figure out what was missing: The physically younger man grinned nonetheless.

The moment the last word was uttered, the room closed in on him, imaginary hands squeezing his heart.

Pessimism leaked into his mind, gnawing and grating and please dammit stop I don't need this —. The thought came to him, unbidden, reminding him that he wanted, needed to reignite that spark.

His boss—he was painfully reminded of that yet again—sighed, the lines on his face heavy with exasperation.

Watzke didn't even bother reprimanding him. Well, it sounds incredibly like desperation, you hypocrite! What the hell happened?

Even Hamburger SV still sees the Schale half full! They even led the league on Matchday 4, for fuck's sake! But it wasn't enough, no.

Watzke had to know what he had to say about this. This chapter is a flash one: Found a newsflash from several websites, did a flash-research, flash-wrote and flash-edited this chapter.

I don't quite believe the news neither does BVB, apparently , as they contradict Hans-Joachim "Aki" Watzke's optimistic interview with the club's website, but I hope it's not as bad as it seemed See the end of the chapter for notes.

I use my remaining strength to drag myself into my bedroom, each step taken sending pinpricks of pain all over my body. When I arrive at my destination, every cell practically begs me to lie down, to succumb to fatigue, but I force my eyes open.

I should face it. With that decided, I turn on my heel and make my way to the pantry. The ache from my eighth loss still lingers, but I figured that ignoring it lessens the pounding in my head.

The methodical movement of making coffee helps take my mind further away from it. Opening the jar, pouring the dark brown powder into a mug, turning on the water heater… Humming a radio hit as I wait, I almost feel like an average person.

Maybe, if I closed my eyes and willed it to happen, it would happen. Hoffenheim, Wolfsburg and Leipzig would lead some bad boy club in the neighboring campus.

The thought of football bursts my illusion of normalcy. Clutching my head, I can only cry as reality comes back to me with a vengeance.

No, no, no, please, make it stop…. Come on, I beg silently, fingers roaming impatiently over the keyboard, come on, come on, come on….

This is taking so long. With nothing left occupying my mind, the incessant beep comes back in full force. With such a high coffee-making speed, the mug should be on the floor by now, surrounded by black and yellow shards of glass, but it stays in my grip, burning my cold hand.

Normally I would take it slow, inhaling the nice, strong smell of my coffee and sometimes cream , but now, all I want is to talk to Köln, to share woes with a drink in hand to drown them.

Just… call me later. The boss is calling. If I were healthy, would I stay with the team, discussing what went wrong? Would I be dismissed, instead? Calloused hands dig into my shoulders, kneading the stiff muscles so hard I think it's harder than a mixer would a bunch of eggs and flour.

But it's probably my imagination; no one's at home but me Said hands, hands that are far too strong to be imaginary, rolled me out of my blanket and into the cold floor.

Whoever this is, he sure fulfills his target, because my whole body hurts now. As I straightened myself into a sitting position, I feel that the air is Warmer than what my heater can manage in the condition I'm in, warmer than all the Novembers I've lived through.

This is so weird, I think, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Wait, if something is leaking, I shouldn't be sitting here waiting for my house to get burned down!

I jumped to my feet and ran outside-. Before he could flee, I bite his bare shin, eliciting a shriek from its owner. He sounds familiar, but my guessing is interrupted by his screams.

Kind of like Köln when I get too far with my pranks. I want to deny his claim, to kick him out of my house once and for all but then I see his Champions League jersey and the pierced ear and his face and his hair-.

But he's not wearing any kind of disguise. His dark eyes, looking like black holes against his pale skin, mirrors mine in intensity as we bore through each other's defenses.

His look changes from disbelief to mockery. And don't you dare tell me you don't know who I am! Are you fucking delusional?

He freezes at my words, jaw dropped. He shakes his head, chuckling as if I'm a five-year-old. And he shows me his shin, already healed of my bite marks.

And then I see the dark circles under his eyes - nonexistent. The realization that he looks healthier, happier , fills me with envy.

It's weird to hug yourself, Borussia thinks, patting his Bundesliga self in the back. And damn, can't he cry someplace other than his chest? It makes him feel uncomfortable, but he stops himself from squirming, if just barely.

Bundesliga-Dortmund is the reason he exists, after all The irony would hurt too much. When no one else understands, he, me, my thriving Champions League self, holds me like I would my friends when they fall.

His voice soothes my mind, turning the bursts of panic receding into a steady calm, "You won't get relegated, Borussia. I lift my head, wanting desperately to believe his words, but Frankfurt's chant play itself on loop, blocking every positive thought.

Sometimes I feel he's drawing our crest, what with the 0 and the 9 inside the circles, the arcs of a B and the sharp lines of a V between them.

The gesture tickles a bit, but it comforts me more than anything, anyone else could. Letting his voice wash over me, I rest my head in the crook of his neck, the lack of styling gel making my hair fall into my eyes.

He smells like sweat and grime and passion I sigh, perfectly content. He gets up on his feet, smoothing his shirt. I shake my head, amused.

If that incident was anything to come by, I wouldn't mind dating him. Or would that be incest? With the most charming smile I can muster, I decide to play the host.

We drink the same kind of coffee with different mugs - I use my favorite one, a simple black with a yellow Echte Liebe text and a striped handle, while he uses another one of my best: I raise mine - and a headache strikes me, the world blurring into a thousand wishes begging to be vocalized.

If you don't mind, take a few minutes to do this questionnaire: Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, commenting, and giving kudos for this fic!

I feel so loved, hehe. And of course, motivated! So here's to a double update! Why in the world had he accepted this job? He enjoyed the atmosphere, the players, the everyday work… but not so much the personification of the club.

She had to get medical treatment, soon. He regarded his charge for a second, dark eyes meeting a muted red. It saddened him to see him that way, but he deserved no leniency.

Not when she was his seventh victim. MTV München observed the proceedings in the meeting room, wishing nothing but to have a say, but personifications at this age were close to useless.

The management curbed his tongue, tied his hands, and he was helpless when the football division left—why couldn't, hadn't they let them join the SFV?

Meanwhile, the men who led his club continued talking, its subject lost to the blood rushing through his ears.

His muscles, flexible as a gymnast's, suddenly turned rigid. His senses began to shut off, but one thing was burning inside his mind—.

She frowned; that name was strange in its novelty, but something about him was familiar, his low voice comforting.

They said that a She watched him unblinkingly - his closed eyes, his tightly pursed lips, the hand on his chin, oh, they were all so painfully fatherly She tilted her head slightly, questioning - the feeling of familiarity was growing stronger and stronger I had much fun writing this chapter.

I completely immersed myself in the plot and in the character, not to mention the sleepless nights when I wrote this! Is it worth it, though?

Well, find it out below. I'd also like to thank Jenny twitter. This chapter is for you, my friend. His hands, never losing their dexterity despite the late hour, landed on his nightstand, fingers turning each bottle to his scrutiny.

He'd meticulously replaced the long, forgettable scientific names of the medications he'd been given with simpler terms, but no matter how easy 'sleeping pills' was to comprehend, he couldn't find anything inside that little bottle, his prescribed lifeline.

Was something wrong with his eyes? Should he take more meds, maybe vitamin A supplements? His contacts were not prescription, but maybe they should be.

Or maybe they'd made a new version of the pills, ones he couldn't see unless he was almost incurably sick? Jumping down his bed, he pulled his drawers open, the clinks of glass and plastic and wood giving him added alertness.

Wasting no time, he moved on to the drawer under it. The very last thing he needed. A roar made its way out of his system, its force sending the drawers crashing into each other, breaking the bottles into shards as sharp as his mounting panic.

Covering his ears, he ran to his desk, praying for spares, leftovers, even if his precious pills were on the floor under it, collecting dust.

Maybe he'd used the pills as bookmarks a year ago. He threw them out of the shelf like one would a frisbee, eyes scanning for the pale blue magic hiding in the night.

His books, so seldom that he read them, were yellowed and torn, the rotten smell of dead termites sending bile running up his throat.

Coughing a sticky substance he chose to ignore, he checked his bags, his wardrobe, every pocket, every fold- but nothing. He was out of sleeping pills, and his boundless energy was burning inside him, waiting, no, begging to be spent.

But adrenaline, when they weren't coursing through his muscles, grated on his mind, and suddenly he wasn't sure anymore.

That is why you have to sleep, Bayer, said the voice inside his head. You need to calm down. But calming down would be easier if he wasn't so pumped!

What should I do, what should I do, what should I do? Take a deep breath, it said, resting calming hands on his mental shoulders.

Oxygen denied him in every inhale. He couldn't calm down. He didn't need to calm down. He didn't need deep breaths.

He only needed to find those damn pills. He had to sleep. He had to wake up refreshed. He had to adhere to his schedule. He was so late. Now, he told himself, a heaving breath shuddering his form as he curled tightly against the wall.

Darkness lulled him to a false sense of security as he huddled in his blankets, but then his demons awoke, slithering through the gaps in his alertness.

Leverkusen would do it, taking tentative steps to face the mirror in his bathroom, letting the light guide his finger not to stab his eye. He thought he was used to it, but he felt his lips twisting in a minuscule grimace as the false blue and green irises shifted, revealing his natural eye color.

He never liked them. A deep shade of red, they gave him the impression of anger, betraying the turbulent mind under the friendly facade. And he dashed to his bed, heart pounding against his ribcage as he stared at the ceiling, wishing it would just disappear, and he into the stars.

But they granted him nothing. The stars led him to another night, a night where he was forced to see two of his players rubbing salt on a wound from his loss to Barcelona.

For once, he didn't smile at anyone, but no one found it strange. He shouldn't have them. But they always come—. It traveled in space and time, sending him into another world He stood before Unterhaching, undaunted.

I only need a draw , Leverkusen thought, convincing himself that he was so, so close in clinching his first ever Bundesliga title, but we can win.

I believe in the boys—we. But Bayern was slaughtering Werder Bremen and he could do nothing as two goals, two damn goals and a fucking own goal included, take the Meisterschale back to Bavaria Everyone in the chapel gave him disgusted looks when he came with a flag that could protect a homeless man for days, multiple scarves and a few unlit flares, but he wanted the best he could get.

And he thought he should get extra credit for his effort—after all, who else had the guts to ask the organ player to play Wir stehen zu Dir? They have faith in me, he thought, a tear trailing his cheek.

The club from the tiny, forgotten city. I can win the treble. The priest gave him a long dressing down afterwards, but ultimately, his prayers were with the team.

He bolted up from his bed with a pounding head. His voice, hoarse from fatigue, verbalized what he so wished he could say: He dove into his scattered books and bags and clothes on the floor, digging and digging and digging, accompanied by an endless symphony of curses when he found a full swear jar, and another, and another—.

But reality, despite its blessings, was inherently cruel, and twenty-one full jars stared at him, the hundreds, thousands , of euros inside sending him to his knees.

He brought his face to the ground, clenched fists pressing the floor. His chest grew heavy with stress, and all he could think was his wasted time, why, why can't I adhere to the schedule?

But he couldn't go outside to buy more, not now, not at midnight! He couldn't even do the first step! And if he didn't wake up refreshed, how would he-.

He pressed his head closer to the floor, gritting his teeth. He pulled the edges of his lips upwards, but the movement, one that usually came easily, only brought him pain.

And before he could stop it, Frankfurt's words came back, his voice grating in his brain, "He shouldn't be so fake all the time But he wasn't, was never fake!

It was his job to smile. He should sleep now. He couldn't be happy, couldn't be flawless, if he couldn't follow his damn schedule!

Ignoring the intensifying pain in his chest, he ran back to his room, forcing his breaths to be steady Something cool and wet was trailing down his cheeks He couldn't very well do that in the middle of the night, could he?

Clutching his head, he ran through his memory, searching for the next step They always made sure he had footage of every training session—they were all safely stored on his USB, his laptop, his computer, and his phone.

With an irritated sound he hoped would get rid of the voice in his head, he turned on his phone, flipping through applications to get to the last training session before the derby—.

He locked the screen, hoping the date was anything but that, anything but that. But it was 1: He flicked his thumb to open another app; his memo, and on top, written in gigantic red text was:.

Goddammit, why the hell did he still care what day it was today—the fucking derby would kick off in only thirteen hours but he hadn't slept a wink!

Tactics, of how the players would be lined, would be used, and even a couple of predictions played in his mind like a movie, and his hand scribbled on his notebook—the left side for his boys and the right for the goats.

His team had adopted a high-octane approach under Schmidt, and he wasn't complaining—they'd be able to bypass Köln's defense and play attractive football, just the way he liked it But he could definitely use some improvement in the back four!

Suddenly, Leverkusen's hands jerked, sending his vibrating phone falling screen down. The sounds of boots hitting taut footballs lingered innocently in the background.

He closed his eyes; quick, heavy breaths pushing his mind to focus, just focus on the fucking training, Leverkusen! His free fist clenched and unclenched, nails wishing they'd been clawing at a certain neck and not a sweaty palm.

His friends, whole bodies coated in sweat yet still burning in spirit, waited for his proposal, hands at the ready.

It was a masterpiece. Leverkusen waved flags and directed the flow, led the chanting with the vigor of an orchestral conductor in a march, clapped his hands until they hurt His fellow ultras made their ideas known, coloring every shape, every picture, with the intent to unite them, to burn the opposition— the goats —to the ground.

His friends gave him confused looks—who was he to say something like that? His life as a personification was nothing to be proud of. It only brought him suffering, only brought him pain For lack of anything to do, he read it.

For fuck's sake, Bayer AG wasn't his fucking sugar daddy! Leverkusen slammed his touchscreen keyboard with angry thumbs, using gratuitous stickers to convey his message.

Well, Leverkusen typed acerbically, my 'sugar daddy' hasn't found a med to cure your stupidity. They sure will make some noise when my boys trample yours.

Are you desperate for another steamrolling from your beloved Münchner girlfriend? Is there shame in losing to Bayer? Leverkusen typed, adding a smirking sticker for good measure.

Well, Leverkusen thought, if he still had an ounce of self-respect, he'd stopped replying to the goat long ago.

And he needed to kill time It was only 3: Trust the goat to pester him until he got mad. Didn't he know Leverkusen was better than that?

Leverkusen racked his mind for a fitting nickname for the little shit, come on, call him something else for once, Leverkusen! I'm alone in my room, wasting my time talking to you.

Fuck it, Leverkusen thought, if he was just going to listen to the goat laughing, he'd rather, well, do anything but! He watched his curtains move with air conditioner wind, subtly shifting shadows chasing away his own.

He wiggled his toes, from the thumb to the pinky, staring emptily at the small wonder his joints were doing. A random thought into his mind, thoughts of footballers and their WAGs, and he weighed the plus and minuses of waxing.

He rested his head on his hands and his elbow on his thighs, bleached blond curls slipping between his fingers. He'd rebelled against them all his life he couldn't imagine himself being their little puppet.

But he was also an ultra, a supporter who lit flares for the heck of it and fought with fans of the goat. What did he live for, anyway?

Reflexively, he joined in the hymn, mumbling the tune with a grogginess that lowered the pitch of his voice into unfamiliar depths.

On any other day, he would already be enjoying the song like a good fan should, but he couldn't move, he was so, so exhausted, and hungry, and thirsty, thirsty for rest Yes, the voice in his head returned, encouraging for once, come on.

We'll stand by you. And finally, Leverkusen left the cashier of a nearby apothecary, carrying a bottle of sleeping aid. After all the fun, when it hit 2, words, this chapter turned into an absolute monster.

I knew where I wanted it to go and where Jen wanted it to go, but I had to squeeze all the creative juices in my brain just to give this chapter a weak ending, in my opinion.

We thought about a bonus scene, but it didn't really work out. Leverkusen will never find an actual escape, anyway.

It's easy to say that I'm not happy with this, but I'm slightly proud that I could concoct a 3,word chapter to make up for the long wait.

What do you think? FC Schalke 04 logged on to his account after the celebrations had ended, giddy to assert bragging rights to his 'friends'.

Putting on his headphones, Schalke entered the chatroom of the 'Big Four', praying all three of his rivals to be online Three screens lit up to show the other clubs: To be honest, Schalke liked this Bayer more than the nausea-inducing, silver-tongued guy he pretended to be.

In Leverkusen's screen, Bayern kept insulting Dortmund's mother while Schalke came up with more creative stuff to use against the bees.

No one noticed the Leverkusener's absence, though Meanwhile, in the chatroom Schalke, Bayern, and Dortmund took heavy breaths after a heated argument, chest heaving like crazy under their respective clothing.

Whoever said that , Karlsruher SC thought as a certain pair of ice blue eyes mentally undressed him, was so spot-on. The Eurofighter sidestepped, glaring daggers at the Bavarian.

Another giggle left her asking-to-be-taped mouth as she shifted closer to him. Who the hell do you think you are?!

Bayern tilted her head slightly, a childish pout curling her thin lips. Okay, Karlsruhe messaged his temples, taking deep breaths with every profanity flashing in his brain, he could take defection, yes, and he could take inappropriate physical advances, but this.

So he did what every other club, save Bochum, would do in this situation: The Old Lady knocked Bayern out. And so he spilled, squeezing her body tight, letting her graying blond tresses caress his bare shoulders.

Crack Leverkusen x Köln AU based on this prompt http: I hate how your owner treats you like their PR puppet, controlling and watching your every move as they expect you to bear the cross wherever you go.

I hate your intense pressing and the fact that your stadium is still as quiet as a grave. Why should I even talk about all this?

The Media Days have started! Join the Bundesliga boys and girls as they prepare for the part of the season they wished they could skip!

Lewadda is back from the dead, baby. And yes, I dropped the 'wski'. Enjoy the new chapter! Also, I'm so sorry for cancelling the Eurovision special.

But naaaah , Darmstadt grinned mischievously. She was definitely looking forward to filling the next page of her football fairytale!

FC Ingolstadt 04 looked up at his coach slowly. His face looked sooo bored, but Ingolstadt knew anyone would be, like really!

He wanted to live alone like RB Leipzig, to do whatever and whenever he wanted! Why should he go to a boring school?

Why should he be watched while eating? Everyone knew he hated vegetables! Especially with that hairclip. The little Bavarian groaned.

Maybe he was picturing his old, haha! Ingolstadt decided to change tactics. In a second, he was staring at his coach with dark eyes as big as saucers, causing Hasenhüttl to wince and changed the topic himself.

The personification sighed, head hung in shame. As usual, Europe-bound clubs gather on a corner of whatever meeting place they were in in this case, studio , FC Augsburg looking out of place.

What troubled him was how… casually the six other clubs spoke of trebles, Spanish giants and the like, and though he was an expert at poker faces, intimidation froze him in place.

Would he have to sacrifice Europe for domestic survival, like she had? And so, Schalke did. That was one hell of a punch. Leverkusen hid his snicker behind his hands.

With Schalke sneering back, they left the group for a more physical Revierderby. Wolfsburg and the Rhine boys stared hard at the younger Bavarian, trying to coax an answer out of the stoic man.

Nürnberg and Fürth's drunken Oktoberfest brawls weren't much different from the Ruhr Valley rivals', really.

He hoped he could be used to being in the company of these giants, too…. Six-time German champion, playoff specialist Fürth and Karlsruhe could stay in 2.

He should find Werder lest he died of boredom here. At the physical contact, she tensed, but took it in stride a moment later.

If there was one thing every club preferred their archenemy over, that thing would be a makeover. Stuttgart had had his dark brown dye forcefully removed, leaving his hair very, very blond.

Even Hertha almost cried when they said she had to take off her bow a parting gift from her lover years ago despite accepting her new, layered hairstyle.

FC Köln came in to a horde of dissatisfied clubs, he feared for himself as he took his seat on the torture chair.

A DFL official welcomed them in their headquarters. The Retortenclub rolled his eyes. The door to the studio slammed open, causing almost everyone to jump in surprise, and came in Ralph Hasenhüttl, red-faced and panting as he helped his charge up from his face-down fall.

Beside him, FC Ingolstadt 04 stood with a broken nose and tearful eyes. A laugh could be heard from his fellow Aufsteiger , but she disguised it as a cough before Hasenhüttl could do anything.

The guy in green stood up, and damn he was huge! Ingolstadt had to stand on his toes just to see his beard! Fortunately, he could see his arms, his legs, and woah he had so much hair … how cool!

I wish I had a body like that, the little boy thought, hand almost touching his muscular calf… almost… almost…. He resisted the urge to kick the newbie in the groin by offering him a hand to shake.

He'd give those two assholes a lesson Yes, lovely, it's another 2. Karlsruhe imagined her soft touch on his body, the feeling of her by his side sending warmth all over him.

Ah, if only she could actually be here, showering each other with love with nothing but their bare skin to separate their souls….

Karlsruhe sighed, leaning back on his pillows with his laptop half-closed. Talking to her made him feel calm, confident, invincible.

Sechzig was desperate to escape relegation, but he had a much better team… and of course, an endless desire to return to where he belonged: WasZumRoteTeufel and lilien98 are online.

Then, he switched to the notifications tab to accept the invitation. But before the webcam was fully loaded, Kaiserslautern had replied,.

Fortunately, it had finished loading, so he put his headphones back on…. FC Kaiserslautern made sure his wireless headphones were connected to his laptop, a devilish smile adorning his sweaty face His landlady's screech could be heard from the door, but the personification didn't give a damn - while Karlsruhe's screen was still loading, Darmstadt was staring dumbly at his abs, he assumed, abs that were broad and muscular and glistening with sweat.

Kaiserslautern fanned himself with his mousepad. Aren't you hot in that, though? Lautern laughed, the loud cackle inviting angry knocks from his neighbors.

The redhead pushed his laptop's monitor towards his lower body parts. A suspicious moan could be heard from Darmstadt's side, but Karlsruhe's who'd finally finished loading!

The Badener furrowed his thick ass eyebrows, teeth bared like a wild park animal. The third-placed club's menacing tone could strike fear in lesser beings, but not the awesome Red Devil, who'd defeated Bayern München as an Aufsteiger years ago and would definitely win against complacent Ingolstadt tomorrow.

It could be modeled after the Veltins-Arena in Gelsenkirchen or the Esprit Arena in Düsseldorf , with a significantly larger capacity than Red Bull arena, possibly up to 80, seats.

Current owner of Red Bull Arena, Michael Kölmel, commented on plans to build a new stadium in an interview in August He pointed out how a new stadium on the outskirts of Leipzig could be detrimental to fan culture, and said that Red Bull Arena could be expanded to 55, seats, or even more.

In October , expansion of the Red Bull Arena was back on the agenda. New plans were made to expand the stadium to 57, seats, involving Viennese architect Albert Wimmer.

Reconstruction could start in the summer break of In February , German newspaper Leipziger Volkszeitung reported that club management again considered the possibility of building a new stadium with a capacity of 80, seats north of Leipzig.

However, a prerequisite for such a project would be that ticket demand exceeds the supply of seats in the Red Bull Arena significantly and sustainably.

A move to a new stadium could be possible in , when the club's current contract to lease the Red Bull Arena expires. In December RB Leipzig offered, that the stadium would be sold from former owner Michael Kölmel to the club to continue the plans from the ' agenda.

Due to the move of the arena into ownership of Red Bull, a new stadium was out of possibility. The Stadium will expand to a total of 53, Seats as of Summer , beginning from November , when construction works will start.

RB Leipzig has 41 official fanclubs as of May The first two to become registered as official fanclubs were L.

E Bulls and Bulls Club , both registered in E Bulls is the oldest official fanclub, [] but Bulls Club claims to be the biggest.

The different fan clubs and supporter groups are organized in the supporter union Fanverband RB Leipzig Fans. The supporter union was founded in It is an umbrella organization for official fan clubs, unofficial fan clubs and other supporter groups.

Each supporter group in the supporter union is represented by two representatives. The representatives of the supporter groups meet every 4 to 6 weeks.

The supporter union also holds a general meeting once per year. Even fans that are not members of a supporter group are welcome at the general meeting.

The supporter union is represented by five to seven fan representatives, elected every second year. A maximum of five fan representatives are elected by the representatives of the supporter groups, two additional fan representatives are elected by the general assembly.

A core function of the fan representatives is to serve as a direct link to the club. The fan representatives can hold talks with club officials, for example, to communicate requests, suggestions and criticism from the supporter base.

In order to divide the work of the fan representatives, the supporter union has also created several working groups. Present were also club officials, such as general manager Ulrich Wolter.

Several German newspapers have noted the emergence of distinctly nonconformist supporter groups at the Red Bull Arena.

The group members were said to see themselves as "Rasenballisten" and determined not to leave the supporter base solely to Red Bull GmbH.

The group was said to highly value the name "RasenBallsport" and to be committed to give the club an identity beyond that offered by Red Bull GmbH.

In the forefront, the group put the city of Leipzig. Their central idea was described as "Rasenballismus", stressing the Leipzig identity and the importance of impassioned fans.

Lecrats was described as geared towards the anti-commercial values of the ultra culture and as critics of Red Bull GmbH.

IG Rasenballisten and the ultra groups were said to consciously avoid the reductions that apply to official fanclubs and to reject official club merchandise and the commercial name of the stadium.

The group had previously functioned as an interest community for other groups and individuals in the Red Bull Arena. Mitteldeutsche Zeitung reported that the group describes itself as uniting fanatical and critical fans of RB Lepizig.

Members of Rasenballisten said that the group doesn't hesitate to criticize Red Bull GmbH, when found necessary, and stated that the identity of a club can not solely rely on the main sponsor.

The statement can be found on scarves sold by the group, and on a banner inside the stadium. RB Leipzig had previously refused to allow supporter groups such as Rasenballisten to sell their own merchandise at the stadium, but after lengthy negotiations, the club has given permission.

The ultra group Red Aces took position against Legida , the local offshoot of Pegida , at the beginning of In an open letter to the club, the stadium operator, the Mayor of Leipzig and the citizens of Leipzig in January , the group asked for support against a planned demonstration by Legida.

The demonstration was set to begin near the Red Bull Arena, and the group specifically asked for the stadium lights to be switched off at the time of the demonstration.

The stadium operator decided to support the initiative and agreed to switch off the lighting. The club refused to approve the requested banners, according to Red Aces because the club did not want politics in the stadium.

Despite the ban, the group displayed a banner directed towards Legida proclaiming the city of Leipzig to be diverse, cosmopolitan and tolerant.

The club refused to approve the requested banner. During the home match against FC St. Pauli on 23 August , Red Aces defied the supposed ban on anti-racist banners in the stadium through displaying a banner with a clear anti-Nazi message.

Pauli on 12 February Nearly 2, RB Leipzig supporters made its way to the Millerntorstadion and displayed a red and white flag tifo at the match start.

The away match against 1. The number set a new club record for away travels, which was breaked in the first two bundesliga seasons.

One year later, more than fans travelled for the last away game of the season to the German capital. Outlaw gGmbH is a Münster based non-profit company for child and youth welfare.

Fanprojekt Leipzig is an organization for young football fans of different clubs in Leipzig, and works as an independent institution towards the different clubs.

The main areas for the organization are promoting a positive supporter culture, violence prevention, help for young supporters in problem situations and establishing communication between all parties involved, such as supporters, clubs, police and law enforcement.

Fanprojekt Leipzig is part of a network of similar Fanprojekts in numerous German cities. The different Fanprojekts are supported by a national coordination office KOS.

Fanprojekt Leipzig runs a number of centers in Leipzig used for purposes such as recreational activities, content projects, painting and creation of minor choreographies, and as meeting places.

For each club, the organization offers a social worker or pedagogue who works exclusively with supporters of that club. The organization carries out a variety of recreational and educational activities, including sporting activities, creative projects, readings and discussions and educational programs.

The organization has presence during match days, where it is available for personal contact by supporters, police and law enforcement, with the aim to be able to mediate between the parties and have a de-escalating effect.

RB Leipzig entered a cooperation agreement with Fanprojekt Leipzig in The cooperation agreement involves collaboration in eight categories, involving both home and away matches, as well as anti-racism work.

The detailed cooperation agreement was by then a novelty in Germany. In addition, the RB Leipzig formed a stadium ban commission, in which Fanprojekt Leipzig provides advice to the club.

Fanprojekt Leipzig has also arranged a number of events, in which supporters can discuss the development of the supporter scene, and whose results are presented for the club.

V is a registered voluntary association. Its executive body is the Vorstand , the management board. The management board is appointed by the Ehrenrat , the honorary board.

It is also subordinated to the Aufsichtsrat , the supervisory board. The honorary board is elected directly by the club members at the general meeting.

Significant organizational changes were made in , following requirements set up by the German Football League DFL. One of the requirements was to change the composition of organizational bodies.

Both the management board and the honorary board had been composed by either employees or agents of Red Bull. In addition, a supervisory board was added.

These functions were now transferred to a newly created supervisory board that can perform these tasks independently.

The club decided to transfer the former members of the honorary board to the newly created supervisory board.

The association is responsible for men's junior teams from U8 to U14 and all women's football teams. Voting membership is severely restricted.

According to Ulrich Wolter, the club does not aspire towards the high number of members of other clubs. Wolter has also pointed at other clubs, where Ultras have succeeded in creating structures, and stated that the club absolutely wants to avoid such conditions.

For the establishment of a registered voluntary association, an association is required by German law [] to have at least seven members.

Four years after its founding, the club had only 9 members, all employees of Red Bull. This restrictive membership policy met criticism, thus one of the original requirements set up by the DFL in order to obtain a license for the —15 2.

Bundesliga season was to lower the membership fees and open up the association for new members. The club responded to the pressure from the DFL and announced changes to the membership in June The annual fee for this type of membership is between 70 and euros and serves to promote junior football within the club.

In return, a supporting member receives certain privileges such as a meeting with the professional team and a fitness session at the Red Bull Arena.

Supporting members also have the right to attend general meetings, although without voting rights. On 2 December , the general meeting of the association voted unanimously for the founding of a spin-off organization in the form of a GmbH.

The decision was taken at an extraordinary meeting. Present were 14 voting members and 40 supporting members.

The remaining one percent is held by the association. RB Leipzig's kits have been provided by German sportswear brand Adidas since the club's founding.

In , the club switched to the American sportswear brand Nike , in an agreement that will be in place until at least In , Red Bull announced its intention to engage long term in Leipzig.

In this context the club sought a location for a training center and a youth academy. Towards the end of the year, the club made concrete plans to invest 30 million euros in a training center comprising six pitches, offices and a youth academy.

The training center was to be located at Cottaweg, partly on the area of the naturally protected riparian forest Leipziger Auwald and the site of the traditional fair Leipziger Kleinmesse.

The plans met objections and concerns from environmental organizations and from the current users of the area, a Leipzig fairground association and the football club BSV Schönau The construction was to be carried out in two phases and began in March Pitch one was also provided with four 38 meter masts producing HD-compatible lightning for optimal television broadcasts.

Locker rooms, sanitary facilities and weight rooms were installed in 60 containers, totaling square meters. The second phase of construction began in January For the second phase, the training center was to be expanded with two pitches, an area for goalkeeping practices and a three-story 13, square meters sports complex, meant to offer amenities for all RB Leipzig teams, from the U8 team to the professional team.

In addition, pitch one was to be provided with a covered grandstand with at least 1, seats, for A- and B-junior matches.

The new sports complex was opened in September and taken in use by the professional team and six junior teams, from U14 to the reserve team.

Remains to be constructed in the spring of are a covered grandstand with 1, seats, an area for motor skills-training and a parking area.

As of , the club has already plans for even further expansions of the training center. The club wants to build an additional pitch to the south of the training center.

Such expansion would require more ground from the Leipziger Kleinmesse, and is therefore met with several objections.

BSV Schönau has a contract to lease the area until The club ceded parts of its grounds to RB Leipzig in For this, the club received compensation.

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Statistics correct as of the end of the —18 season. The first reserve team was formed out of the second team of SSV Markranstädt and played its inaugural season in the —10 Bezirksliga Leipzig.

The team finished the season on first place and won promotion to the —11 Sachsenliga. In order to replace the reserve team and to avoid having to begin with its reserve team from the bottom of the German football league system , RB Leipzig entered a partnership with ESV Delitzsch from the city of Delitzsch in the northwest of Saxony.

By the looming bankruptcy of FC Sachsen Leipzig , which eventually ended with the club folding in June , RB Leipzig considered purchasing its playing right for the Oberliga for its reserve team.

RB Leipzig initially showed interest for the playing right, but later withdrew. A condition for the acquisition was that at least 51 percent of the players in the team must be integrated in the new club, but RB Leipzig instead chose to develop its own reserve team.

Tino Vogel was appointed new head coach for the —12 season. The team was also joined by senior defender Ingo Hertzsch , who had left the professional team.

The reserve team finished its first season in the Sachsenliga on fourth place. The team then managed to secure a first place in —14 Sachsenliga, and finally won promotion to the NOFV-Oberliga Süd , after three seasons in the Sachsenliga.

Forward Tom Nattermann scored 32 goals during the season, finishing the —14 Sachsenliga as the league top goal scorer by wide margin. The —15 season included opponents such as SSV Markranstädt and 1.

FC Lokomotive Leipzig , [] but the reserve team successfully adapted to the Oberliga and came to dominate its league. Before the —16 season, almost half of the players from the previous season left the team, including top goal scorer Tom Nattermann, who left for FC Erzgebirge Aue.

The average age stood at only 19 years and 5 months in June The reserve team played its home matches at the Stadion am Bad in Markranstädt.

The stadium is the traditional home ground of SSV Markanstädt, and was therefore shared with the club. In , RB Leipzig made plans to build its own amateur stadium.

The first plans envisioned a new stadium with 5, seats at the RB Leipzig training center at Cottaweg. Having finished as runners-up in their debut season in the German top flight, RB Leipzig gained entry to continental football for the first time, specifically the —18 UEFA Champions League for which Red Bull Salzburg had also qualified as Austrian champions ; this raised the issue of a possible conflict of interest between the clubs due to the level of influence exerted by Red Bull over both teams and the close sporting relationship between them in various aspects.

In the first season following that ruling, both reached the quarter-finals of the —18 UEFA Europa League but did not play each other, with RB Leipzig eliminated by Olympique de Marseille who then also knocked out Salzburg in the semi-finals.

However, in the next edition of the same competition, RB Leipzig and Red Bull Salzburg were drawn together in Group B to meet competitively for the first time.

RB Leipzig is one of the first clubs in history to qualify for the Champions League so soon eight years after its creation. Having earlier been committed in women's junior football, RB Leipzig entered women's football in The club initially planned a partnership in women's football with Leipziger FC 07, to compete with a joint team in the fourth tier Landesliga Sachsen.

RB Leipzig and Leipziger FC 07 were given a playing right for the —17 Landesliga Sachsen on a wild card by the Saxony Football Association SFV , but only a few weeks before the start of the season, the partnership was ended and RB Leipzig announced that it was to compete with an independent team.

The SFV has expected the RB Leipzig women's team, with the state training center for women's and girls' football, to advance from Landesliga Sachsen to Bundesliga within 3 to 5 years.

RB Leipzig recorded a 7—0 victory, and advanced to the next round of the cup. The entry the RB Leipzig women's team in the —17 Landesliga Sachsen effectively skipping the 5th tier , came with criticism from several clubs in the league.

As of , RB Leipzig has 17 men and women's junior teams with players, including the Reserve team. Training and matches are conducted at several grounds in Leipzig.

The main ground is the RB training center at Cottaweg, which is shared with the professional team. The RB training center with its sports complex is currently used by men's junior teams from U14 to the Reserve team, as the location of the youth academy.

The RB Leipzig Football School is a multi-day training camp, for boys and girls aged between seven and 14 years. The 17 RB Leipzig junior teams collected 9 league titles and 3 cup titles together during the —15 season.

The 17 RB Leipzig junior teams collected 8 league titles and 6 cup titles during the —16 season. The B-junior team qualified for the Under 17 Bundesliga in The team reached the final, but was defeated by Borussia Dortmund.

The A-junior team qualified for the Under 19 Bundesliga in Incumbent B-junior coach Frank Leicht was announced as new head coach for the —15 season.

The —15 season proved successful. With its A- and B-junior teams, RB Leipzig was the only club in Germany with two teams left in the final rounds of the German championship in As of , the club has 14 men's junior teams, ranging from U8 to the Reserve team.

In June , RB Leipzig announced the creation of its first two women's junior football teams, starting from the —14 season. The first two teams created were a C- and a D-junior team.

The C-junior team was to be trained by Mandy Morgenstern and start in the Bezirksliga. The deal followed upon a period of financial difficulties for FFV Leipzig, which had for a while sought to transfer its youth academy to RB Leipzig.

As of , the club has three women's junior teams, ranging from B- to D-juniors. It is located at the RB Leipzig training center at Cottaweg.

The establishment of a successful youth academy has been an integral part of the club's long term strategy and philosophy since its early years.

Planning for a training center with facilities for a youth academy began in , and the first section of the training center was opened in August Shortly after Ralf Ragnick became new Sporting director in July , he began an extensive restructuring of the club.

During his time at the club, the A- and B-junior teams won 15 German championships. Frieder Schrof became head of the youth department.

Thomas Schlieck had previously been employed as goalkeeper coordinator at Schalke 04 and had before that been employed for twelve years as goalkeeping coach at Arminia Bielefeld.

Thomas Schlieck became goalkeeper coordinator, responsible for goalkeeper training and development from the U8 to the professional team. He was also employed to work with goalkeeper scouting.

An expansion of the training center at Cottaweg began in January The plans included a 13, square meters sports complex, with extensive facilities for the youth academy.

The certificate placed the youth academy among the highest rated youth academies in Germany. The new sports complex at the RB Training center was opened in September The training center now has a boarding school with rooms for 50 students, more than any other in the Bundesliga.

The style of play taught at the youth academy is aggressive, ball oriented, and run intensive, with forward defending and fast transitions.

Youth players have to pay attention not only to their physical shape, but also to their appearance. The youth academy imposes fines for weight gains and its Code of conduct contains regulations on both hair style and tattoos.

Unusual hair styles and tattoos are forbidden. The scouting system operates worldwide, in cooperation with other football clubs in the Red Bull sporting portfolio.

Up to U11, only children from Leipzig and the immediate vicinity are reqruited. Up to U15, players within a radius of kilometers are requited.

From U16 an above, scouting is done in the whole of Germany and worldwide. For scouting purposes, the club arranges an annual "Talent Scouting Day", where boys and girls aged between six and 16 years are scouted.

The Talent Scouting Day is done over three to five days. Young players are tested in speed tests, technique training, a 5-a-side tournament and a final match.

The most talented players are invited to train with the junior teams. The Talent Scouting Day in had 1, applicants, of which were selected.

At the end of the day, 90 young players received invitations to the junior teams. The RB Leipzig youth academy has been accused of poaching young players from other clubs in questionable ways.

The club said that young talents had been poached by RB Leipzig right at its own youth academy and with lucrative offers. In another interview in , he added that what the club does is reasonable and legitimate, and that other clubs do just the same.

The signing was preceded by a legal dispute and was criticized for the way it was done. The youth academy has also had a cooperation with the youth academy of the now dissolved Red Bull Ghana.

The cooperation covers several areas, primarily scouting, medicine and training philosophy. In Europe, scouting is divided. The establishment of RB Leipzig has caused much controversy in Germany.

The controversy has revolved around the apparent involvement of Red Bull GmbH and the restrictive membership policy. Critics have been found both in the management and among coaches and supporters of other clubs.

The introduction of RB Leipzig was met with protests from supporters of other Leipzig football clubs, notably 1. They feared a decline of traditional fan culture in Leipzig, and a commercialization of football in the region.

After the partnership with SSV Markranstädt had become known, protests immediately appeared in Leipzig suburbs.

Red Bull advertising boards at the Stadion am Bad in Markranstädt was smeared with graffiti and the pitch was purposely destroyed by a weed killer.

The German economist Dr. Tobias Kollman said in that he saw Red Bull GmbH as a company with clear economic goals for its projects.

Consequently, he described RB Leipzig as a "marketing club" and said that it was the first of this kind in Germany. They complained that such clubs are pushing back traditional clubs, and warned that RB Leipzig could well be the next such club to push a traditional club out of the Bundesliga.

As head coach of VfL Bochum , he said in that RB Leipzig "made him sick" and that he considered the club to be built on purely economical interests.

He further complained that competing with RB Leipzig was not a fair deal, because the club could sign the players it wanted, and that such competition "had nothing to do with the sport that we love".

They have protested against commercialization of football, the apparent involvement of Red Bull GmbH and the allegedly undemocratic structures at RB Leipzig.

Following that RB Leipzig gained promotion to the 2. Bundesliga in , supporter groups from ten clubs in the 2.

In March , the campaign web page indicated a number of supporter groups from 29 clubs. At away matches, the club has regularly been greeted with protests in various forms.

During the away match against 1. FC Union Berlin on 21 September , the home supporters symbolically wore black plastic ponchos and were silent for the first 15 minutes of the match.

A large banner displayed by home supporters said: Another banner displayed said: FC Heidenheim on 18 September , the player bus was approached upon the arrival at the stadium by supporters of 1.

During the home match against FC Hansa Rostock on 23 November , the away supporters protested by being entirely absent for the first seven minutes of the match and then filled the guest block in large numbers.

FC Union Berlin on 19 February At some occasions, the protests have turned into violence and threats. The player bus was attacked with bottles, and the police had to use pepper spray to succeed.

The team was insulted, spat at and pelted with beer cups during the warm-up, and had to leave the stadium with police escort after the match.

Riots also appeared after the match when home supporters tried to break through a security perimeter to approach away supporters.

Firecrackers and other objects were thrown at the police, and four police officers were slightly injured in the turmoil.

The night before the match, the lobby of the player hotel in Karlsruhe was stormed by local hooligans. Several football clubs, such as VfB Stuttgart , 1.

Some critics can however also be found among the supporters of RB Leipzig. The supporter group Rasenballisten describes itself as uniting critical supporters.

The group members have stated that the identity of a club cannot solely rely on its main sponsor and the group has criticized Red Bull GmbH for dominating the external representation of the club.

Instead, the group wants to emphasize the name RasenBallsport and the Leipzig identity. Sporting director Ralf Rangnick has pointed at the fact that sponsors and investors are present also at other clubs.

He admitted that there was a difference: FC Bayern Munich first had sporting success, and then sponsors and investors.

However, he insisted that the situation at VfL Wolfsburg and Bayer Leverkusen was exactly the same, and that VfL Wolfsburg became German champions in to a very large extent due to the financial support from Volkswagen AG.

He explained that when the company is committed in sports, it is involved in the sports operations itself. It has been suggested that the restrictive membership policy was implemented in order to prevent the club from being taken over by hostile supporters.

He also said that the conditions that had prevailed at some other clubs had certainly not been positive for their development.

The club entered a cooperation agreement with the supporter organization Fanprojekt Leipzig in , and the club also has a dialogue with the fan representatives of the supporter union Fanverband RB Leipzig Fans.

Both Dietrich Mateschitz and sporting director Ralf Rangnick have made comments on transfer policy. Dietrich Mateschitz commented on the football commitment of Red Bulll GmbH in and said that the company was "no good stars buyers".

What we do, we try to do with our brain. Nothing is easier than to take a bag full of money and go shopping. That is stupid, stupid we are not". And that with as many own players as possible".

Bundesliga who had not signed any players from another club in the league. Several people have responded to the rejection of RB Leipzig as a "plastic club", which lacks traditions.

Sporting director Joachim Krug said in that RB Leipzig was simply a newly founded club with high ambitions. By this, he meant that also RB Leipzig will one day become a traditional club.

Sporting director Ralf Ragnick declared in that there were actually advantages to working in a new club without deep-rooted traditions. He explained that structural changes and staffing decisions could be implemented quickly and flexibly at RB Leipzig, since there are no established hierarchies and less resistance in the environment.

He further said that he had seen enough examples of traditional clubs which have not made it anywhere. He said that to him, what mattered was if there existed a working philosophy and sustainability.

RB Leipzig has also received positive criticism and praise. He explained that young players will stay in the area and that the overall level of football in Lepzig will rise.

Mayor Burkhard Jung praised Dietrich Mateschitz as "honest, ambitious and serious". The prize ceremony was for the first time attended by the Minister-president of Saxony, Stanislaw Tillich.

He said that he hoped for high class football, and that it would have earned the whole region and East Germany.

Bundesliga was a great development for East Germany and that the attendance boom in Leipzig showed just how much the club had been awaited.

He said that decisive would be what the club could offer its fans, and that if the model works, it would be beneficial for all football, not only for football in East Germany.

Bundesliga in and said that it was the best thing that could happen to football in Leipzig. He also rejected the complaints of "traditionalists", as 1.

In interviews published in German newspaper Bild in , representatives of several Leipzig football clubs explained how their clubs had benefited from the establishment of RB Leipzig.

Former FC Sachsen Leipzig liquidator Heiko Kratz explained that by , the club was no longer able to finance its youth academy, but by selling its A to D junior teams to RB Leipzig, at least they could give the players a future.

Holger Nussbaum from SSV Markranstädt, explained how the financial compensation from RB Leipzig meant that the club now had players that it otherwise would not have, and that it now aimed at reaching the Regionalliga.

Ralph Zahn from ESV Delitzsch said that the financial compensation from RB Leipzig had made it possible for the club to build an artificial turf pitch with floodlights for the cost of , euros.

RB Leipzig also had an increase in five out of six image values. Sympathetic had increased 2. A study carried out by the company Repucom in showed that RB Leipzig had a nationwide increase of 60 percent in press, radio and television.

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But then again, she was used to it. She liked to view herself as an independent woman, one who never cowered in the face of danger—. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes shooting up to meet hers.

Mixed feelings came at those words. Paderborn shook his head furiously. How can you win so much?

Bayern patted him on the back, the tactician inside readying herself for a field day. One episode down, many more to go!

Writing this was great fun, and I hope it extends to you reader s! If not, how can I improve? Please let me know! Bayern München wasn't as nearly as intimidating as Paderborn had thought.

She smiled a lot- okay, more like smirked , but he found that he liked her perfect white teeth, the way her stretched lips softened her sharp jawline.

She was surprisingly friendly, too, and guided him through every topic with ease, but do you know what the coolest thing was? Damn, he couldn't stop the heat creeping into his cheeks when he felt her side against his!

Okay, it was kinda embarrassing to admit - even to himself- that he'd love to have a physique like hers: The Westphalian felt his blush getting stronger at this thought.

But it didn't hurt to dream, right? He jumped in surprise at the cool touch of her fingers. So his eyes fell on the tattoo adorning her collarbone.

How could something as simple as unity, a familial connection between players, board members and fans be so… powerful?

He racked his mind for something to say, anything but his increasingly weird thoughts, really Bayern's eyes widened for a split-second before she burst with laughter.

The accented staccatos smoothed into a free-flowing legato that built up into a crescendo-. He shrunk under her shadow, feet melting into jelly until the next words came The newly promoted club fell silent, inside and out, at the sheer power in the reigning champion's voice.

Inhaling slow, steady breaths, he wanted to be ready to take in whatever she had to say, even if it involved killing kittens or burying himself for a year or even retiring from his singing 'career'-.

A busy attack; a quiet defense. All with a versatility a 2. Bundesliga club could only imagine. He wondered if the boys could do that.

If we stay in the first tier, we can. Her last words played in his head on loop, paving way for a thousand possibilities- using another formation, rotating players based on their individual talent and uniting them as one team A win couldn't be far, he thought, and he's gonna beat everyone into a pulp!

But it didn't matter, not when he could envision a bright future for himself with all this information!

Rubbing his palms together, he couldn't help but think this: Breitenreiter would be so proud of him when he got home! This chapter contains a rather But please, have no fear.

Because fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And hate leads to suffering. Of the dark side, it is. And I'm writing this for fun, so take that what you will: D this dark-sidey stuff won't last long, anyway.

I do not own Bundesliga, its clubs, or anything else except for my characters and the plot. And this chapter is a gift for Bundesliga particularly BVB fans out there - I know you miss your fave clubs, and after Germany's loss to Poland, I'm sure you'd love to see brighter news!

It was a normal albeit a lazier one day off for Borussia Dortmund- mug of steaming coffee in one hand and a remote control on the other, flicking through random TV channels.

He wasn't trying to watch anything in particular, but if he could catch some cycling event or variety show-.

He thought he'd just seen someone familiar on a certain sports channel- he quickly tuned into it, and lookie! He scowled, tightening his fist around the mug's handle until his knuckles turned white.

The reporter's question made it worse. That bastard had better answer it wisely, or he'd have to wish for a quick death And to think Lewy had scored quite a feat, even on his first month with Bayern!

Not with me, Dortmund, her voice slithered into his head, swirling in cold triumph that chilled him to the bone, for me. Oh, I will, she replied, ice-blue eyes glinting with malice, I will, Borussia Dark eyes snapped open to see Rumenigge blathering about something Dortmund spat out his coffee.

Is that going to be a problem? He slammed his mug onto his table, no longer listening to Bayern's imaginary cackle or Rumenigge's answer.

Dortmund gritted his teeth, heavy breaths accompanying his boiling blood despite the pleasant flight. His snacks untouched, his turbulent mind turned in for a moment.

A moment to vent his anger, a preparation for the incoming storm. A storm that rolled in the distance with the promise of death and arrived in a flash of lightning and thunder.

A storm that stole the lives from his Team, from his soul. A storm that was Bayern München. He entered the dark landscape on his mind.

His footsteps echoed in the no-man's land, breaths coming out in hot puffs the more he walked. The woman's lips parted to answer him, but Dortmund couldn't hear a sound.

All he could use was his sight, and everything was distorting around the black and yellow-clad apparition But no matter how confused, how angry he felt, Bayern's voice made a clear entrance into his ears.

In the background, he could make out Mitch falling to his knees in defeat under the post, the ball rolling casually behind him. And with a new alertness, the Dortmunder fully realized just what she'd said; lips pursing into a thin line, he clenched his fists and stood up.

She 'hmm'ed, brushing her bangs back with her fingers, and shook her head. Not conventionally, at least.

But - not that she would admit it out loud - she was rather A wide forehead, high cheekbones, a hooked nose and a defined jaw Traditionally, male personifications were taken far more seriously than female ones, especially those who kept their looks sharp, like Real Madrid.

But she'd had long hair for so long, she didn't quite want to leave the sensation of weight on her shoulders. With a jolt, she cussed.

This wasn't going anywhere! Who cares about hairstyles? Looks would be no consequence if she could win another treble.

After disposing of the undesirable DNA samples on the floor, she snatched her towel from her hanger and made her way to the bathroom.

If you don't show your cleavage once in a while, they'll think you're not worth their attention. Bayern snapped out of her thoughts.

Could it be him? She didn't like to generalize, but he was a Spaniard; he didn't have her impeccable timing-. Her third jersey - she slid into the red-blue-gray-striped tee - and navy jeans.

Then she brushed her hair, parting it on the left, clipped her bangs for the special occasion and voila! She sprinted to the door, and without bothering to look into the peephole, she opened it, smiling sheepishly.

A large fist hit her face, and her body fell to the ground with a loud thud. Wincing from the pain, she looked up to see a pair of burning coals.

Dortmund's face couldn't get redder, or uglier, even if he tried. Bayern snorted as she stood up. There was always a negotiation.

She coolly straightened the wrinkles on her shirt and closed the door. But Lewy- or whoever the hell you're referring to- chose to join our team.

He lunged at her for the second time, but she'd anticipated the attack. Twisting Dortmund's right hand, she turned him around and stepped on the back of his knee, forcing him to stay down.

Before she could get a hold on his other limbs, though, he'd pulled his hand free and rose- "Come back here! The couches were clean, the TV was off, and the carpet- which proudly held the club crest- was littered with sport magazines and a lone newspaper.

He let out a small groan. He ruled out the dining room as well, as it was the most exposed- and moved on to another side of the apartment- one full of Bayern München memorabilia.

Mini trophy replicas, scarves, photos and selfies with the team, you name it. He wanted to tear them apart. Send this whole apartment into oblivion.

Dortmund thought about hiding for a second, but he remembered something- he could get back at her, but he had to be fast. He half-unbuttoned his shirt and threw his belt on the floor.

And then his footwear. After that, he mussed his hair, wrinkled his sleeves, and stole a look in the mirror With that said, he dashed to the door and opened it.

Barcelona hummed to himself, flowers swinging with every springy step as he made his way to his lover's home. Not only he wanted to congratulate her for her boys' phenomenal World Cup win, he also wished to fulfill his promise- that he'd treat her to, well, not exactly fancy food, but certainly her favorite: And of course, he'd prepared her a 'Today's Special' surprise A minute later, he arrived before her door.

His finger moved to press the doorbell, but then he remembered that it was broken, thanks to her most recent text. He tried his best to keep them soft, but after three minutes it was kinda overkill.

So he decided to give her a call; maybe she was sleeping? The door opened slightly. But it wasn't Bayern's head that peeked out, it was Are you staying at Bayern's?!

Dortmund leaned into him conspiratorially. Dark blue eyes narrowed suspiciously as they regarded the disheveled man in front of him.

All evidence pointed at him making a move on his girlfriend - it was common for personifications to sleep with fellow football clubs as humans had 'lower endurance' or whatever, he didn't really care - but Bayern München and Borussia Dortmund?

It's a prank, he thought. It's just a silly joke. He had no idea what Dortmund was planning, but he might as well play along He perked up and saw Bayern, dressed in, surprisingly, not her jersey, but a vermillion dress with a cut that subtly accentuated her good stuff.

And as if she couldn't get more alluring, she had her hair cut short. But he couldn't let her distract him. He furrowed his eyebrows, putting a show of crumpling the flowers on his left hand, where she could see it.

I believe you, dear, but can't we have a little fun? But Barcelona had left the scene. Upon noticing this, she sprinted to the elevator oh, was she lucky she still wore her boots!

With lightning speed, her index pushed the open switch Hot tears stung her eyes, but she was past caring.

She let them flow, burning her cheeks as she clenched her fists, waiting for the bumblebee bastard to come to his agonizing demise Bayern looked up to see Sechzig reluctantly offering her a hand, eyebrows furrowed so deep they left an almost permanent mark on her forehead.

Bayern said nothing; the only way her sister could make Lüdenscheid scream was via rough sex. Sechzig rolled her eyes as she turned on her heels, all too excited to return to her apartment.

The clanking of booted feet against metal rang in the emergency staircase as Bayern desperately looked for an escape, football in hand.

White fingertips pressed tighter into the ball. The rhythm of Bayern's feet echoed her heartbeat, quickening with every step taken.

Gone was the heartbroken girl - this was Bayern München at top form. And finally, she was at her destination. With a kick, she threw the emergency door open.

Sunlight flooded her sight, a contrast from the dimly-lit staircase. And she wasted no time. Throwing the ball, she quickly bounced it back up with her chest.

The ball was up again - and a header was its answer this time. Then she let it fall to her thigh. And to the feet But it wasn't in! A brilliant save by FC Barcelona!

The record-breaking Catalonian goalkeeper did it again! She's just enraged, what a save that was Good grace, she's on to the keeper!

What, exactly, is going on? Before he could say anything, her lips devoured his. And with his reciprocating her move, peace was guaranteed Its embodiment, though, refused to be tamed with one loss.

She broke through the bonds also known as a social filter and the blocking hands of her friends and into the tribune. The other half of Der Klassiker , naturally, heard her, but he much preferred to revel in their victory, however small she would claim it had been.

He joined in the chanting and swerved between large flags and other such trinkets, punching the air above his head, trying his best to blend in.

But alas, her hawk eyes caught the unique moniker and number on his back. No one else could claim the name of Borussia 09 Dortmund , after all.

Risking a glance behind his shoulder, he could see that Bayern was chasing him. And she would certainly do Robben proud with that speed! Snapping back into focus, he mapped the safest route back to his team and started his little mission.

Wiry hands held her back, and she let out a long sigh of relief. And just like that, her wonderful day went downhill for the Westfalenstadion to see.

Bayern wrapped her lower face with the stolen scarf, hoping she would catch Dortmund off guard. I hope Pep's too busy mourning the loss, she prayed.

Being left alone at the opposition's home wasn't her preferred way to spend the afternoon. Little did she know Dortmund's 'little mission' turned out to be more fun than expected.

Bayern hadn't found him, and she wouldn't. Bayern and Bochum have had? Bayern and Barcelona do not, but their ties to Pep Guardiola bonds them.

How about Sechzig and Dortmund? Yes, you guessed right, it's a forgotten fan friendship! Let's give you a round of applause. Sechzig roughly pronounced 'zeksich': Due to their sharing Allianz Arena, they also shared an apartment room Kinda like a 'Take that!

We're always excited if a matchday - or simply a match - is coming, no? So are these guys for the upcoming game against Poland! Welcome to the fourth chapter of Bundeslihaha!

Or should I say, Euro Quahahahalification? Someone has a potty mouth for a few paragraphs. And I'm not a commentator, much less an analyst, so feel free to correct any inaccuracies at the last part.

Stuttgart crossed his arms on his chest, eyes fixed on the imposing yellow-clad man who was, in his not-so-humble opinion, not so imposing anymore.

Werder Bremen shook his head ruefully. Pouting, Werder's hands flew to the older club's neck. Its owner, though, simply raised an eyebrow at the Green-Whites.

Werder's eyes bulged out of their sockets as Stuttgart's fingers trolled his nerve ends, up and down his sides and oh my god not the back of the neck-!

He held his breath, squirmed and did everything to escape, but he could no longer contain the laughter bubbling inside him.

But his attack didn't stop. If anything, it only intensifi- hahahahaHAHA! Three pairs of eyes regarded Werder for a second Shaking his head, Köln dragged Stuttgart off the hysterical personification, who immediately let out a long, relieved sigh.

The three-time champion then turned to Stuttgart and asked, "Wanna bet too? The remorseless tickler grimaced. Dortmund, who knew what Piszczek and Lewandowski could do, discreetly looked away, but Schalke's brusque answer caused him to perk up again.

At the same time, Bayer Leverkusen entered the living room with drinks. Stuttgart rolled his eyes, but before he could deliver a particularly irritating quip, Werder cordially invited the host in.

Throat dry from his recent exertion, the Bremen club downed the lemonade in seconds. But when Freiburg, that cursed little goody two shoes, begged him to - "Watching Nationalelf alone doesn't have the same atmosphere!

I missed all of you So he'd worn his sweetest smile and agreed. The others hadn't been so easily convinced, though. Bayern, for one, insisted on watching the game live as she had players on both sides, and Köln, despite his relative patience, called him out on his "plastic kindness" Leverkusen paused; no one had called him by his owner's name for quite a long time.

I'm watching with the guys. It took all his will not to slam his phone, get up and throttle his fellow Rhine club in person.

Take a deep breath, Leverkusen, he ordered himself, take lots of them. Saying 'screw it' to his operator, he started counting.

Now he did slam his phone, and it made a satisfying clatter as its contents burst out of their casing. What in the world had possessed him to come?

Had he been bluffing when he said he wanted to watch the game with his team? Probably yes, logic answered, because who in their right mind prefers a goat to a hot WAG?

Not me, he replied, feeling his lunch rise to his throat at the mental image. The thought of odor snapped Leverkusen back to the real world. And it was about time - thick smoke was seeping out of his oven, filling the kitchen.

He covered his nose and mouth with a hand, but it was too late - the smell of burnt cookies assaulted his nose and his mouth and his throat As if it knew an answer would annoy its owner more, the oven of Bayer 04 Leverkusen let out a last beep and died.

But Leverkusen's inner fire was immediately extinguished. His sprinkles poured rain on his profane parade, soaking him from head to toe; from the red stripes of his jersey to his black shorts and blue slippers.

After a long, long fifteen minutes of cleaning, Leverkusen left his godforsaken kitchen for a shower. If I have to host one more time, he vowed, squeezing his soap bar so hard it cracked, I'll poison Freiburg's food so much she'll die before she gets an actual bite.

Now fresh in a Germany second jersey the one with four stars, I might add and jeans, Leverkusen finally settled for lemonade - cheap, simple, and inflammable.

It wasn't like the guests had asked him to cook a three-course meal, hadn't they? There was that voice again He'd tried to ignore it, even tried to make it stop with medications, but it wouldn't go away.

Was it something more sinister? He didn't want to know. But every time he acted against it, something inside him hurt. Maybe that's why I always need my Swear Jar full But when he got up to refill, Werder stopped him.

Leverkusen agreed inside, cursing his kitchen once more, I'm so done with that room! But the voice came back, giving not-so-subtle signals to his body to act the part of proper host He sighed in relief as the bell spared him an answer.

And it wasn't just the colors that stood out - the sounds did, too. A trumpet screamed in his ears when the door was fully open.

Werder's slight form bumped into Mainz's taller one, faceplanting on the small drum on his chest. Grinning mischievously, Mainz chased the Green-Whites around the room, his scarves and cape flag?

Leverkusen's eyes betrayed his disgust at the two club's juvenile antics, and it was spotted by none other than VfB Stuttgart. When blue-green eyes met brown, it held no trace of the Leverkusen the world knew.

A five-euro bill was shoved into the Jar as Leverkusen's patience drained faster than the lemonade in Werder's glass.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the spacious living room, the non-footballing variant of Revierderby was rolling. But we don't care about that, not yet, at least Borussia Mönchengladbach had to endure Freiburg and Hertha plus Frankfurt's motor mouth gossiping like mother hens since before he arrived.

Not to mention Paderborn's horrible 'cover' of He'd probably talked to a hundred people already, judging from the many different voices stabbing his head in the form of a migraine.

The waiting clubs except Paderborn, who was trying - and failing - to sing the high notes of Aerosmith's Dream On without sounding like a dying cat turned to the newcomer, who carried what seemed to be a snack trolley.

The Lower Saxony club smirked proudly. When the Wolves pulled Freiburg off him, she pouted, shooting the Rhine club a poisonous look, but no fucks were given back.

We've been waiting for ages. The call ended with a beep, and a moment later, they were ushered in by a guilty-looking Leverkusen.

Twenty minutes before the game, everyone had settled on the sofas or the fluffy carpet on the floor, and Leverkusen picked his favorite couch.

Fan attributes - which consisted of basically everything sans flares - were held like weapons of war, some slung on the shoulder and some held overhead.

Small talks and predictions buzzed like bees before the TV, and they set aside their differences as they prepared to watch a national team that was nearly comprised of two clubs.

Leverkusen quickly let the two clubs in. Wolfsburg, ever the alert one, gave them Spezi the moment their butts touched their seats.

I don't want to miss a milisecond! A feminine laugh could be heard from the other end, and Mainz's expression relaxed.

You want them all to listen? I'm Mia, from Poland. But if you lose," Mia's smirk was palpable as she let her words sink in, "My boyfriend will have to dye his hair white and red And the money, dear.

Don't forget the money. Gladbach also expressed his agreement, and his move was followed by the rest of the room.

May the best team win! The other commentator glanced at his tablet for a brief moment and said, "As expected, Poland is maximizing their attack this evening, with Ajax forward Arkadiusz Milik and Robert Lewandowski as skipper.

Everyone stared at Dortmund with varying degrees of accusation, but he only shrugged. That really is some record!

Old and new animosities were replayed here, and every fan, from the most fanatic ultras to the children brought here by their parents, could feel the chants reverberating inside them.

They felt it waking up their souls, their passion, and uniting them as one. This isn't a stadium, thought Bayern as the players entered the field, followed by their national anthems-.

Köln's nickname, emphasized on the F rather than the C as it is in the local dialect. Mainz 05 is nicknamed Karnevalsverein Carnival club for the many carnivals held in the city.

And his fake name, Jürgen, comes from his legendary former coach Jürgen Klopp This season, Stuttgart has a nice touch in front of the goal, but has conceded quite a lot as well.

Werder Bremen won in and Stuttgart in They were great competition for bigger clubs like Schalke and Bayern. As for the voice in Levi's head, it is different from Bayern's imaginary taunts in Dortmund's Thousands of thoughts ran in the minds of fans and media alike as Armin Veh looked straight into the camera with a heavy heart.

Those loyal to the Swabians stared at their gadgets with unblinking eyes as their social media channels updated, sentence by sentence.

Meanwhile, watching the press conference, a pair of brown eyes narrowed in the distance-. Nine points out of twelve games is not good.

In many close encounters, we weren't fortunate enough. Fortunate, the dark-clad figure thought, letting the word bounce in every corner of his mind.

There's no such thing as fortune. It was rumored that high-ups could revoke their almost-divine privilege, after all, so he'd kept his mouth shut, albeit grudgingly.

Veh was one of the few people who could curb his scathing remarks, and that was why he hadn't liked him as much as he should. But at the end of the season, they'd won the league, so without waiting for an 'I told you so', he'd begun to find the joys in shutting up.

And when he failed, he never blamed the players, never blamed the club's money After that sentimental moment, Stuttgart almost expected to feel tears welling in his eyes But nothing happened, save a mere blip of realization.

Not unlike that one when the board sacked Bobic, or when Bayern bought Gomez-. And not a split-second later, ideas - of people and technique and philosophy - moved the gears inside Stuttgart's head.

Happy belated birthday, Dortmund Please don't get relegated. You're the white knight to Bayern's evil overlord. The last jeers, the last ultra leaving and middle fingers rising wash over me in alarming intensity.

I mean to nod at the coach; he really shouldn't be doing this- but another voice interrupts me. I lift my head—the direction doesn't matter—the moment I find my voice back.

But flashes of that header, of every individual mistake, continue to haunt me, screaming liar! And relegation—I haven't been there for forty years, I don't want to!

I shut my eyes tighter as I hang my head. I wake up on something… soft. I propel my body into a standing position, ignoring my stiff limbs.

I instinctively take a step back to see her full profile And I sigh in relief at the lack of bulging biceps under her sleeves.

I grin at her perpetual frown—it has been a long time since I met the former Bundesligist. Then her eyes widen, as if something just dawned on her.

Why would I not meet Bayern again? I say as much to her, and she laughs, louder than anything I can manage. She stands up and cups my cheeks in her hands.

The room we're in is spacious but packed with people, some chatting, some drinking, some snacking… but I see faces I only recognize from Pokal matches.

A few are familiar, though. A few faces later, my gaze finally arrives back where it started… München. Welcome to the zweite Liga.

This is too much. Jürgen Klopp, Kloppo, my one-in-a-million manager, Echte Liebe personified, lost his job. This amazing man—the one who led us to glory and loved us like they were his flesh and blood—why was he given marching orders?

He never backed down. He said so himself. He… I stop myself, pursing my lips. I should move on. Managers come and go, Borussia.

You should know better than that. So… so Bayern, too, was unbeaten… for a whole season? I blink repeatedly, seeing stars—too much information in such a short time, and none of them pleasant.

Shit, shit, holy freaking shit. I stare at her, imploring, please be good news. Without much thought, I lunge at her— curse you for spewing all these bullshit!

He thinks about his previous club, but as much as he tries to recall anything, he finds nothing. Maybe she was more realistic, being a small club from a small city… but who knows?

She rarely hung out with the team in the first place. She was always seen with either the coach or that other girl… Nürnberg, wasn't it?

He shakes his head. Conditioned air caresses the back of my neck, my cheek, every centimetre of exposed skin. I curl tighter, my feet digging into the cushion of my seat.

The moment we touch, warmth travels to me in waves, proving my nightmare wrong, but the moment ends as quickly as it started.

I'm not a BVB fan, so I basically did some research which includes extensive chatting and browsing fanpages. Was it worth it? Does it sound forced?

Constructive criticism about anything as it is severely lacking here; I'm sure this story is far from perfect is especially welcome!

The only reader commenting actively is German, yet I keep making dem translation notes. The irony is not lost on the author. It's coming after this chapter.

The figure's eyes never wavered from the office door a few meters before him— why had Aki called this late? Come as soon as you can, Borussia, said the text that had woken him up, this is important.

He rarely questioned Aki's orders there was no reason to do so, after all , so he immediately took a shower, wore the topmost stuff he spotted inside his closet, and used his hair gel only when he was safely rooted in the U-Bahn.

His mind, never one for philosophical exercises or 'what if's, drifted with what he saw: Maybe something like what Mainz wore. A few minutes later, he found himself back in the present, standing before the office of Ballspielverein Borussia 09 e.

The lights in the room mirrored the stars in the sky, never managing to light up the room blanketed with despair.

Unlike what legends said, personifications didn't have the power to read minds or sense feelings in a supernatural way—but in this case, it didn't take an idiot to figure out what was missing: The physically younger man grinned nonetheless.

The moment the last word was uttered, the room closed in on him, imaginary hands squeezing his heart. Pessimism leaked into his mind, gnawing and grating and please dammit stop I don't need this —.

The thought came to him, unbidden, reminding him that he wanted, needed to reignite that spark. His boss—he was painfully reminded of that yet again—sighed, the lines on his face heavy with exasperation.

Watzke didn't even bother reprimanding him. Well, it sounds incredibly like desperation, you hypocrite! What the hell happened?

Even Hamburger SV still sees the Schale half full! They even led the league on Matchday 4, for fuck's sake! But it wasn't enough, no.

Watzke had to know what he had to say about this. This chapter is a flash one: Found a newsflash from several websites, did a flash-research, flash-wrote and flash-edited this chapter.

I don't quite believe the news neither does BVB, apparently , as they contradict Hans-Joachim "Aki" Watzke's optimistic interview with the club's website, but I hope it's not as bad as it seemed See the end of the chapter for notes.

I use my remaining strength to drag myself into my bedroom, each step taken sending pinpricks of pain all over my body. When I arrive at my destination, every cell practically begs me to lie down, to succumb to fatigue, but I force my eyes open.

I should face it. With that decided, I turn on my heel and make my way to the pantry. The ache from my eighth loss still lingers, but I figured that ignoring it lessens the pounding in my head.

The methodical movement of making coffee helps take my mind further away from it. Opening the jar, pouring the dark brown powder into a mug, turning on the water heater… Humming a radio hit as I wait, I almost feel like an average person.

Maybe, if I closed my eyes and willed it to happen, it would happen. Hoffenheim, Wolfsburg and Leipzig would lead some bad boy club in the neighboring campus.

The thought of football bursts my illusion of normalcy. Clutching my head, I can only cry as reality comes back to me with a vengeance.

No, no, no, please, make it stop…. Come on, I beg silently, fingers roaming impatiently over the keyboard, come on, come on, come on….

This is taking so long. With nothing left occupying my mind, the incessant beep comes back in full force. With such a high coffee-making speed, the mug should be on the floor by now, surrounded by black and yellow shards of glass, but it stays in my grip, burning my cold hand.

Normally I would take it slow, inhaling the nice, strong smell of my coffee and sometimes cream , but now, all I want is to talk to Köln, to share woes with a drink in hand to drown them.

Just… call me later. The boss is calling. If I were healthy, would I stay with the team, discussing what went wrong?

Would I be dismissed, instead? Calloused hands dig into my shoulders, kneading the stiff muscles so hard I think it's harder than a mixer would a bunch of eggs and flour.

But it's probably my imagination; no one's at home but me Said hands, hands that are far too strong to be imaginary, rolled me out of my blanket and into the cold floor.

Whoever this is, he sure fulfills his target, because my whole body hurts now. As I straightened myself into a sitting position, I feel that the air is Warmer than what my heater can manage in the condition I'm in, warmer than all the Novembers I've lived through.

This is so weird, I think, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Wait, if something is leaking, I shouldn't be sitting here waiting for my house to get burned down!

I jumped to my feet and ran outside-. Before he could flee, I bite his bare shin, eliciting a shriek from its owner.

He sounds familiar, but my guessing is interrupted by his screams. Kind of like Köln when I get too far with my pranks. I want to deny his claim, to kick him out of my house once and for all but then I see his Champions League jersey and the pierced ear and his face and his hair-.

But he's not wearing any kind of disguise. His dark eyes, looking like black holes against his pale skin, mirrors mine in intensity as we bore through each other's defenses.

His look changes from disbelief to mockery. And don't you dare tell me you don't know who I am! Are you fucking delusional? He freezes at my words, jaw dropped.

He shakes his head, chuckling as if I'm a five-year-old. And he shows me his shin, already healed of my bite marks. And then I see the dark circles under his eyes - nonexistent.

The realization that he looks healthier, happier , fills me with envy. It's weird to hug yourself, Borussia thinks, patting his Bundesliga self in the back.

And damn, can't he cry someplace other than his chest? It makes him feel uncomfortable, but he stops himself from squirming, if just barely.

Bundesliga-Dortmund is the reason he exists, after all The irony would hurt too much. When no one else understands, he, me, my thriving Champions League self, holds me like I would my friends when they fall.

His voice soothes my mind, turning the bursts of panic receding into a steady calm, "You won't get relegated, Borussia. I lift my head, wanting desperately to believe his words, but Frankfurt's chant play itself on loop, blocking every positive thought.

Sometimes I feel he's drawing our crest, what with the 0 and the 9 inside the circles, the arcs of a B and the sharp lines of a V between them.

The gesture tickles a bit, but it comforts me more than anything, anyone else could. Letting his voice wash over me, I rest my head in the crook of his neck, the lack of styling gel making my hair fall into my eyes.

He smells like sweat and grime and passion I sigh, perfectly content. He gets up on his feet, smoothing his shirt.

I shake my head, amused. If that incident was anything to come by, I wouldn't mind dating him. Or would that be incest? With the most charming smile I can muster, I decide to play the host.

We drink the same kind of coffee with different mugs - I use my favorite one, a simple black with a yellow Echte Liebe text and a striped handle, while he uses another one of my best: I raise mine - and a headache strikes me, the world blurring into a thousand wishes begging to be vocalized.

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He enjoyed the atmosphere, the players, the everyday work… but not so much the personification of the club. She had to get medical treatment, soon.

He regarded his charge for a second, dark eyes meeting a muted red. It saddened him to see him that way, but he deserved no leniency. Not when she was his seventh victim.

MTV München observed the proceedings in the meeting room, wishing nothing but to have a say, but personifications at this age were close to useless.

The management curbed his tongue, tied his hands, and he was helpless when the football division left—why couldn't, hadn't they let them join the SFV?

Meanwhile, the men who led his club continued talking, its subject lost to the blood rushing through his ears. His muscles, flexible as a gymnast's, suddenly turned rigid.

His senses began to shut off, but one thing was burning inside his mind—. She frowned; that name was strange in its novelty, but something about him was familiar, his low voice comforting.

They said that a She watched him unblinkingly - his closed eyes, his tightly pursed lips, the hand on his chin, oh, they were all so painfully fatherly She tilted her head slightly, questioning - the feeling of familiarity was growing stronger and stronger I had much fun writing this chapter.

I completely immersed myself in the plot and in the character, not to mention the sleepless nights when I wrote this!

Is it worth it, though? Well, find it out below. I'd also like to thank Jenny twitter. This chapter is for you, my friend. His hands, never losing their dexterity despite the late hour, landed on his nightstand, fingers turning each bottle to his scrutiny.

He'd meticulously replaced the long, forgettable scientific names of the medications he'd been given with simpler terms, but no matter how easy 'sleeping pills' was to comprehend, he couldn't find anything inside that little bottle, his prescribed lifeline.

Was something wrong with his eyes? Should he take more meds, maybe vitamin A supplements? His contacts were not prescription, but maybe they should be.

Or maybe they'd made a new version of the pills, ones he couldn't see unless he was almost incurably sick? Jumping down his bed, he pulled his drawers open, the clinks of glass and plastic and wood giving him added alertness.

Wasting no time, he moved on to the drawer under it. The very last thing he needed. A roar made its way out of his system, its force sending the drawers crashing into each other, breaking the bottles into shards as sharp as his mounting panic.

Covering his ears, he ran to his desk, praying for spares, leftovers, even if his precious pills were on the floor under it, collecting dust.

Maybe he'd used the pills as bookmarks a year ago. He threw them out of the shelf like one would a frisbee, eyes scanning for the pale blue magic hiding in the night.

His books, so seldom that he read them, were yellowed and torn, the rotten smell of dead termites sending bile running up his throat.

Coughing a sticky substance he chose to ignore, he checked his bags, his wardrobe, every pocket, every fold- but nothing. He was out of sleeping pills, and his boundless energy was burning inside him, waiting, no, begging to be spent.

But adrenaline, when they weren't coursing through his muscles, grated on his mind, and suddenly he wasn't sure anymore. That is why you have to sleep, Bayer, said the voice inside his head.

You need to calm down. But calming down would be easier if he wasn't so pumped! What should I do, what should I do, what should I do? Take a deep breath, it said, resting calming hands on his mental shoulders.

Oxygen denied him in every inhale. He couldn't calm down. He didn't need to calm down. He didn't need deep breaths. He only needed to find those damn pills.

He had to sleep. He had to wake up refreshed. He had to adhere to his schedule. He was so late. Now, he told himself, a heaving breath shuddering his form as he curled tightly against the wall.

Darkness lulled him to a false sense of security as he huddled in his blankets, but then his demons awoke, slithering through the gaps in his alertness.

Red Bull GmbH reserved the naming right to the stadium in June , meaning that the name could not be sold to anyone else. On its founding, RB Leipzig aimed to play first division Bundesliga football within eight years.

After some previously scheduled games had to be canceled due to safety concerns, RB Leipzig played its first match on 10 July , a friendly match against the Landesliga club SV Bannewitz.

After switching sides, RB Leipzig played as the home team and won the match 5—0. The match ended 1—1.

During the further course of the season, RB Leipzig suffered its first defeat on 13 September , in a match against Budissa Bautzen.

Despite minor setbacks, the club still managed to be crowned as Herbstmeister , standing at first place after the first half of the —10 season.

The team came back even stronger for the second half of the season, having signed the experienced midfielder and 2.

The team finished the season with an impressive goal difference of 74—17, having suffered only two defeats.

The incumbent chairman, Andreas Saldo, left the club in January [50] and the position was assumed by the former Hamburger SV sporting director and incumbent sporting director for the common Red Bull football commitment Dietmar Beiersdorfer.

According to the new strategy, RB Leipzig was going to represent the key project in the football commitment of the company, in place of FC Red Bull Salzburg.

Before entry to the Regionalliga, there were two significant changes in the club. The club returned the second, third and fourth team to SSV Markranstädt.

In order to replace the reserve team, the club adopted the first team of ESV Delitzsch as its reserve team and purchased its playing right for the Bezirksliga Leipzig.

The match ended with a 1—2 loss for RB Leipzig. The —11 Regionalliga season started with a series of draws, the first one on 6 August against Türkiyemspor Berlin in front of 4, spectators at the Red Bull Arena.

The first win came at the 4th matchday, in an away match against Holstein Kiel , which ended 1—2 for RB Leipzig. The first home win came immediately after, at the 5th matchday, in a match against 1.

After a moderate start to the season, the club found itself chasing Chemnitzer FC , which was considered a possible candidate for promotion.

At the end of the year, RB Leipzig confirmed its ambitions to gain promotion, by signing Brazilian midfielder Thiago Rockenbach.

The club finished its first season in the Regionalliga in 4th place, thus missing out on promotion. By winning the —11 Saxony Cup, the club won its first title in club history.

It also qualified to participate in the —12 DFB-Pokal. Because the club missed out on promotion during the second half of the —11 season, Peter Pacult from Rapid Wien was announced as the new head coach for the —12 season on 4 May Almost simultaneously, the club announced that sporting director Thomas Linke had been released from his position, having been employed for only 10 weeks, from February Various media suspected a connection between the signing of Pacult and the departure of Linke.

Hertzsch ended his professional career after the —11 season, but went on to join the reserve team, RB Leipzig II, and the RB Leipzig business operation.

The team managed to knock Bundesliga club VfL Wolfsburg out of the first round of the cup, beating them 3—2 after a hat-trick by Daniel Frahn.

The —13 season in the reformed Regionalliga Nordost began with major personnel changes. Former Schalke 04 head coach Ralf Rangnick was introduced as the new sporting director.

The club won the Herbstmeister title with two matchdays left of the first half of the season, after defeating FSV Zwickau with 1—0 away. The team then went on to secure first place in the —13 Regionalliga Nordost at the 18th matchday, after the second placed club FC Carl Zeiss Jena lost a match against Berliner AK 07 on 7 May and, as a consequence, were no longer able to overtake RB.

The —13 Saxony Cup was another success. The club reached the final for the second time in club history and, as in , the opponent was Chemnitzer FC.

The team won the final on 15 May by 4—2 in front of 16, spectators at the Red Bull Arena. The crowd number set a new record for a Saxony Cup final, breaking the previous record from As the winner of the —13 Regionallig Nordost, RB Leipzig won a place in the qualification for the 3.

The club was drawn against Sportfreunde Lotte from the Regionalliga West. RB Leipzig won the first leg on 29 May by 2—0.

The match was played at the Red Bull Arena in front of 30, spectators, a crowd number which set a new record for matches in the 4th division.

The second leg was played on 2 June and ended 2—2 after two goals to RB Leipzig during extra time. The result meant that RB Leipzig had finally won promotion to the 3.

Liga, after three seasons in the Regionalliga. In the —14 season , RB Leipzig made its first appearance in the 3. Liga in club history. The defeat brought an end to a year-long series without defeat in competitive matches.

Liga had a more promising start. The team won its first match, against Hallescher FC away, by 1—0 on 19 July and kept an undefeated streak until 31 August , when the team lost 1—2 to first placed team SV Wehen Wiesbaden away.

On 5 October , RB Leipzig again met the first placed team. SV Wehen Wiesbaden had lost its first-place position to 1. FC Heidenheim would defend it until the end of the season.

RB Leipzig defeated 1. FC Heidenheim by 2—0 after a convincing performance at the Voith-Arena and climbed to third place.

After losing 1—2 away to MSV Duisburg on 1 February , the team would not concede a single defeat for the rest of the season.

A thrilling duel with SV Darmstadt 98 appeared, with both teams fighting for the crucial second place. The two teams met at the 35th matchday, on 19 April Bundesliga two weeks later, after defeating last placed team 1.

The crowd of 42, spectators set a new club record. By finishing the season in second place, RB Leipzig won promotion to the 2.

Bundesliga and became the first team since the introduction of the 3. Liga to win promotion to the 2. Bundesliga after only one season.

Following promotion to the 2. The DFL announced its first decision in the licensing process on 22 April RB Leipzig was to be given a license for the —15 2.

Bundesliga season , but only under certain conditions. A second requirement was to change the composition of the club's organizational bodies.

RB Leipzig filed an appeal on 30 April The appeal was rejected in a second decision by the DFL on 8 May He described the requirements as a " decapitation request" and categorically rejected another season in the 3.

Liga, ultimately threatening to end the project in Leipzig if the license was not given. RB Leipzig filed a second appeal on 12 May The compromise meant that the club had to redesign its crest and ensure that club management was independent from Red Bull GmbH.

Several players also left the team. The club spent an estimated sum of approximately 12 million euros on new players during the summer of The sum was large enough to put the club in 8th place of all clubs in the Bundesliga and 2.

Bundesliga, thus spending more than half of all clubs in the first division. RB Leipzig played a series of friendly matches during the —15 pre-season.

On 18 July , the team defeated Paris Saint-Germain 4—2 in front of 35, spectators and accredited journalists at the Red Bull Arena. The first goal was scored by Terrence Boyd, scoring his second goal in his second match for his new club.

Both goals were scored by Yussuf Poulsen. Bundesliga season began with 0—0 draw against VfR Aalen on 2 August , followed up by a couple of wins and another draw.

The first defeat in the league came at the 6th matchday, losing 1—2 against 1. After the 7th matchday, the club stood at second place in the league.

The team won the match with 2—1 on extra time at the Red Bull Arena on 16 August In the second round, the club faced FC Erzgebirge Aue.

The team won the match with 3—1 on extra time at the Red Bull Arena on 29 October , and qualified for the round of 16 for first time in club history.

RB Leipzig released its own club magazine Klub on 6 October After a series of disappointing results, the club had dropped down to a 7th place by the 13th matchday.

Pauli with 4—1 in front of 38, spectators at the Red Bull Arena. Two goals were scored by Terrence Boyd and the club climbed to a 5th place.

The success, however, was followed by a draw against SV Sandhausen. On 7 December , the team met first placed team FC Ingolstadt.

RB Leipzig lost 0—1, and the result meant that the club now stood at 8th place. The club spent an estimated sum of 10,7 million euros on new players during the winter break, a sum which covered almost all transfer expenditures during the period for the whole of 2.

On 6 February , the club lost 2—0 to Erzgebirge Aue. As consequence, the club had now played four matches without a win and had lost contact with the top placed teams.

On the following Tuesday evening, the club summoned Alexander Zorninger to a meeting, and on Tuesday night, the club took the decision to walk separate ways with him after the season.

Already on the next morning, Alexander Zorniger announced his own decision to leave immediately. The club received criticism for its decision.

Under Alexander Zorniger, the club had risen from the Regionalliga to the 2. The decision was considered merciless by some media. The club was eliminated after being defeated with 2—0 at the Red Bull Arena.

The match was attended by 43, spectators. It was the first time in club history that the stadium had been completely sold out. The preferred candidate of sporting director Ralf Ragnick as new head coach from the summer was former Mainz 05 coach Thomas Tuchel , but the negotiations with Thomas Tuchel failed.

Another candidate was Bayer Leverkusen junior coach Sascha Lewandowski , but he too declined the offer.

In May , sporting director Ralf Ragnick was himself announced as new head coach from the summer, with Achim Beierlorzer as his assistant.

Ralf Rangnick was planned to serve this double job for one season. RB Leipzig finished the —15 2. Bundesliga season in fifth place. Pauli and Willi Orban from 1.

As several times in the past, three players were signed on free transfer, among them the Austrian national Stefan Ilsanker. The signing of Davie Selke was record breaking, being the most expensive player ever signed in the history of the 2.

The match was played at the Osnatel-Arena in Osnabrück on 10 August Osnabrück scored 1—0 already in the first minute, the home fans celebrated so violently that barriers and safety net partially collapsed and the match had to be interrupted.

The match was restarted and Osnabrück led the match into the second half. In the 71st minute, referee Martin Petesen was badly hit in the head by a lighter, thrown from the home stand.

The lighter had been thrown after Martin Peterson had tried to resolve an argument between Davie Selke and Osnabrück substitute Michael Hohnstedt , resulting from a controversial situation in the Osnabrück penalty area.

The match was again interrupted, and later cancelled. RB Leipzig also allowed the payment of the remaining 30, to be postponed until the next year.

In the midst of the European migrant crisis in , both club, staff, players and fans of RB Leipzig showed support for refugees. The club also sold 60 containers from its training center, including sanitary facilities, to the city, in order to serve as accommodation for asylum seekers.

Also sporting director and head coach Ralf Rangnick participated in the donation, with personal concern for the commitment, citing his own background as being a child to refugees.

His parents had met in a refugee camp at Glauchau , his father had fled from Königsberg and his mother from Breslau. RB Leipzig made only few transfers during the winter break.

RB Leipzig held the leading position in the league until the 27th matchday, when it was again lost to SC Freiburg, after the team suffered a 3—1 defeat away against 1.

FC Nürnberg on 20 March The team now stood at second place in the league, only three points ahead of 1. FC Nürnberg on third place. The team was received before the celebration by Leipzig Mayor Burkhard Jung.

At the end of the season, Ralf Rangnick was to resign as head coach, in order to be able to focus on his job as sporting director.

Bundesliga to the Bundesliga, and also managed to defend the spot in top tier during the —16 season. RB Leipzig remained undefeated in the first thirteen league matches of the —17 season, breaking a record for the longest undefeated streak of a promoted team to the Bundesliga.

They held the position for three matchdays, relinquishing it after a loss against FC Ingolstadt. RB Leipzig became the first Bundesliga debutant, since the German reunification , to qualify for a European tournament, following a 4—0 win against SC Freiburg on 15 April Subsequently, Leipzig managed to qualify for the —18 UEFA Champions League after beating Hertha Berlin 4—1 at the Olympiastadion on 6 May , two days before the anniversary of the club's promotion to Bundesliga.

More than 30, fans were present to celebrate the success of the team. RB Leipzig was directly set to play in the traditional red and white colours of Red Bull football teams.

The team therefore played its inaugural season in —10 without a crest. The two bulls had been altered in shape and added a few strokes.

The yellow sun has been changed in favor of a football and the initials of "RasenBallsport" have been relocated to the bottom of the crest and are no longer highlighted in red.

The contract runs until Red Bull Arena had a capacity of 44, seats during the —15 season. In March , RB Leipzig announced that it was going to invest 5 million euros in a redevelopment of the stadium, [] including an expansion of the VIP area, pressbox and wheelchair spaces.

It also included two new larger LED score boards and refurbished player facilities. The VIP area was expanded from seats to approximately seats.

The capacity of Red Bull Arena was reduced to 42, seats before the —16 season, due to redevelopment of various stadium areas. The Red Bull Arena is an all-seated stadium, without standing areas.

Home supporters are located in sector B. During the general meeting of the supporters' union in , the assembly made a demand to convert sector B into a standing area.

At the time, it was considered impossible to convert sector B into a standing area, for structural reasons.

RB Leipzig won the match 3—2. The match marked the club's first appearance in the cup competition and the attendance set a new club record.

RB Leipzig was defeated 0—1, but the attendance set a new club record. The last home game of the —14 3. Liga season against 1.

The match was attended by 42, spectators. RB Leipzig won the match 5—1 and secured promotion. The Red Bull Arena was almost sold out and the attendance set a new club record.

The match was attended by 43, spectators, setting the current club record for a match at the Red Bull Arena as of RB Leipzig holds two attendance records.

The attendance set a new record for a Saxony Cup final. The qualifying match against Sportfreunde Lotte on 29 May at the Red Bull Arena was attended by 30, spectators.

The attendance set a new record for a match in the fourth tier of the German football league system. At that point, the club reported a total attendance of 1,, spectators, or an average of 14, spectators, for matches at the Red Bull Arena.

Their first Bundesliga home match was played on 10 September versus Borussia Dortmund in front of 42, spectators. In October , German media reported that the club wanted to expand the Red Bull Arena to 55, seats for future first division Bundesliga play.

An expansion to 55, seats would make the stadium one of the ten largest football venues in Germany. Who was to finance such an expansion remained unclear.

German media considered that a possible option was that Red Bull GmbH bought the stadium, to make the investments itself, but it was also considered unlikely that the current owner would be prepared to sell the stadium, which had just turned profitable.

It could also be used to put pressure on the current owner of the Red Bull Arena to agree to an expansion. In March , German media reported the club considered building a new stadium on the area north of Leipzig.

It could be modeled after the Veltins-Arena in Gelsenkirchen or the Esprit Arena in Düsseldorf , with a significantly larger capacity than Red Bull arena, possibly up to 80, seats.

Current owner of Red Bull Arena, Michael Kölmel, commented on plans to build a new stadium in an interview in August He pointed out how a new stadium on the outskirts of Leipzig could be detrimental to fan culture, and said that Red Bull Arena could be expanded to 55, seats, or even more.

In October , expansion of the Red Bull Arena was back on the agenda. New plans were made to expand the stadium to 57, seats, involving Viennese architect Albert Wimmer.

Reconstruction could start in the summer break of In February , German newspaper Leipziger Volkszeitung reported that club management again considered the possibility of building a new stadium with a capacity of 80, seats north of Leipzig.

However, a prerequisite for such a project would be that ticket demand exceeds the supply of seats in the Red Bull Arena significantly and sustainably.

A move to a new stadium could be possible in , when the club's current contract to lease the Red Bull Arena expires.

In December RB Leipzig offered, that the stadium would be sold from former owner Michael Kölmel to the club to continue the plans from the ' agenda.

Due to the move of the arena into ownership of Red Bull, a new stadium was out of possibility. The Stadium will expand to a total of 53, Seats as of Summer , beginning from November , when construction works will start.

RB Leipzig has 41 official fanclubs as of May The first two to become registered as official fanclubs were L.

E Bulls and Bulls Club , both registered in E Bulls is the oldest official fanclub, [] but Bulls Club claims to be the biggest. The different fan clubs and supporter groups are organized in the supporter union Fanverband RB Leipzig Fans.

The supporter union was founded in It is an umbrella organization for official fan clubs, unofficial fan clubs and other supporter groups.

Each supporter group in the supporter union is represented by two representatives. The representatives of the supporter groups meet every 4 to 6 weeks.

The supporter union also holds a general meeting once per year. Even fans that are not members of a supporter group are welcome at the general meeting.

The supporter union is represented by five to seven fan representatives, elected every second year. A maximum of five fan representatives are elected by the representatives of the supporter groups, two additional fan representatives are elected by the general assembly.

A core function of the fan representatives is to serve as a direct link to the club. The fan representatives can hold talks with club officials, for example, to communicate requests, suggestions and criticism from the supporter base.

In order to divide the work of the fan representatives, the supporter union has also created several working groups.

Present were also club officials, such as general manager Ulrich Wolter. Several German newspapers have noted the emergence of distinctly nonconformist supporter groups at the Red Bull Arena.

The group members were said to see themselves as "Rasenballisten" and determined not to leave the supporter base solely to Red Bull GmbH.

The group was said to highly value the name "RasenBallsport" and to be committed to give the club an identity beyond that offered by Red Bull GmbH.

In the forefront, the group put the city of Leipzig. Their central idea was described as "Rasenballismus", stressing the Leipzig identity and the importance of impassioned fans.

Lecrats was described as geared towards the anti-commercial values of the ultra culture and as critics of Red Bull GmbH.

IG Rasenballisten and the ultra groups were said to consciously avoid the reductions that apply to official fanclubs and to reject official club merchandise and the commercial name of the stadium.

The group had previously functioned as an interest community for other groups and individuals in the Red Bull Arena. Mitteldeutsche Zeitung reported that the group describes itself as uniting fanatical and critical fans of RB Lepizig.

Members of Rasenballisten said that the group doesn't hesitate to criticize Red Bull GmbH, when found necessary, and stated that the identity of a club can not solely rely on the main sponsor.

The statement can be found on scarves sold by the group, and on a banner inside the stadium. RB Leipzig had previously refused to allow supporter groups such as Rasenballisten to sell their own merchandise at the stadium, but after lengthy negotiations, the club has given permission.

The ultra group Red Aces took position against Legida , the local offshoot of Pegida , at the beginning of In an open letter to the club, the stadium operator, the Mayor of Leipzig and the citizens of Leipzig in January , the group asked for support against a planned demonstration by Legida.

The demonstration was set to begin near the Red Bull Arena, and the group specifically asked for the stadium lights to be switched off at the time of the demonstration.

The stadium operator decided to support the initiative and agreed to switch off the lighting. The club refused to approve the requested banners, according to Red Aces because the club did not want politics in the stadium.

Despite the ban, the group displayed a banner directed towards Legida proclaiming the city of Leipzig to be diverse, cosmopolitan and tolerant.

The club refused to approve the requested banner. During the home match against FC St. Pauli on 23 August , Red Aces defied the supposed ban on anti-racist banners in the stadium through displaying a banner with a clear anti-Nazi message.

Pauli on 12 February Nearly 2, RB Leipzig supporters made its way to the Millerntorstadion and displayed a red and white flag tifo at the match start.

The away match against 1. The number set a new club record for away travels, which was breaked in the first two bundesliga seasons. One year later, more than fans travelled for the last away game of the season to the German capital.

Outlaw gGmbH is a Münster based non-profit company for child and youth welfare. Fanprojekt Leipzig is an organization for young football fans of different clubs in Leipzig, and works as an independent institution towards the different clubs.

The main areas for the organization are promoting a positive supporter culture, violence prevention, help for young supporters in problem situations and establishing communication between all parties involved, such as supporters, clubs, police and law enforcement.

Fanprojekt Leipzig is part of a network of similar Fanprojekts in numerous German cities. The different Fanprojekts are supported by a national coordination office KOS.

Fanprojekt Leipzig runs a number of centers in Leipzig used for purposes such as recreational activities, content projects, painting and creation of minor choreographies, and as meeting places.

For each club, the organization offers a social worker or pedagogue who works exclusively with supporters of that club.

The organization carries out a variety of recreational and educational activities, including sporting activities, creative projects, readings and discussions and educational programs.

The organization has presence during match days, where it is available for personal contact by supporters, police and law enforcement, with the aim to be able to mediate between the parties and have a de-escalating effect.

RB Leipzig entered a cooperation agreement with Fanprojekt Leipzig in The cooperation agreement involves collaboration in eight categories, involving both home and away matches, as well as anti-racism work.

The detailed cooperation agreement was by then a novelty in Germany. In addition, the RB Leipzig formed a stadium ban commission, in which Fanprojekt Leipzig provides advice to the club.

Fanprojekt Leipzig has also arranged a number of events, in which supporters can discuss the development of the supporter scene, and whose results are presented for the club.

V is a registered voluntary association. Its executive body is the Vorstand , the management board. The management board is appointed by the Ehrenrat , the honorary board.

It is also subordinated to the Aufsichtsrat , the supervisory board. The honorary board is elected directly by the club members at the general meeting.

Significant organizational changes were made in , following requirements set up by the German Football League DFL.

One of the requirements was to change the composition of organizational bodies. Both the management board and the honorary board had been composed by either employees or agents of Red Bull.

In addition, a supervisory board was added. These functions were now transferred to a newly created supervisory board that can perform these tasks independently.

The club decided to transfer the former members of the honorary board to the newly created supervisory board.

The association is responsible for men's junior teams from U8 to U14 and all women's football teams. Voting membership is severely restricted.

According to Ulrich Wolter, the club does not aspire towards the high number of members of other clubs. Wolter has also pointed at other clubs, where Ultras have succeeded in creating structures, and stated that the club absolutely wants to avoid such conditions.

For the establishment of a registered voluntary association, an association is required by German law [] to have at least seven members. Four years after its founding, the club had only 9 members, all employees of Red Bull.

This restrictive membership policy met criticism, thus one of the original requirements set up by the DFL in order to obtain a license for the —15 2.

Bundesliga season was to lower the membership fees and open up the association for new members. The club responded to the pressure from the DFL and announced changes to the membership in June The annual fee for this type of membership is between 70 and euros and serves to promote junior football within the club.

In return, a supporting member receives certain privileges such as a meeting with the professional team and a fitness session at the Red Bull Arena.

Supporting members also have the right to attend general meetings, although without voting rights. On 2 December , the general meeting of the association voted unanimously for the founding of a spin-off organization in the form of a GmbH.

The decision was taken at an extraordinary meeting. Present were 14 voting members and 40 supporting members. The remaining one percent is held by the association.

RB Leipzig's kits have been provided by German sportswear brand Adidas since the club's founding. In , the club switched to the American sportswear brand Nike , in an agreement that will be in place until at least In , Red Bull announced its intention to engage long term in Leipzig.

In this context the club sought a location for a training center and a youth academy. Towards the end of the year, the club made concrete plans to invest 30 million euros in a training center comprising six pitches, offices and a youth academy.

The training center was to be located at Cottaweg, partly on the area of the naturally protected riparian forest Leipziger Auwald and the site of the traditional fair Leipziger Kleinmesse.

The plans met objections and concerns from environmental organizations and from the current users of the area, a Leipzig fairground association and the football club BSV Schönau The construction was to be carried out in two phases and began in March Pitch one was also provided with four 38 meter masts producing HD-compatible lightning for optimal television broadcasts.

Locker rooms, sanitary facilities and weight rooms were installed in 60 containers, totaling square meters.

The second phase of construction began in January For the second phase, the training center was to be expanded with two pitches, an area for goalkeeping practices and a three-story 13, square meters sports complex, meant to offer amenities for all RB Leipzig teams, from the U8 team to the professional team.

In addition, pitch one was to be provided with a covered grandstand with at least 1, seats, for A- and B-junior matches. The new sports complex was opened in September and taken in use by the professional team and six junior teams, from U14 to the reserve team.

Remains to be constructed in the spring of are a covered grandstand with 1, seats, an area for motor skills-training and a parking area. As of , the club has already plans for even further expansions of the training center.

The club wants to build an additional pitch to the south of the training center. Such expansion would require more ground from the Leipziger Kleinmesse, and is therefore met with several objections.

BSV Schönau has a contract to lease the area until The club ceded parts of its grounds to RB Leipzig in For this, the club received compensation.

Flags indicate national team as defined under FIFA eligibility rules. Players may hold more than one non-FIFA nationality.

Statistics correct as of the end of the —18 season. The first reserve team was formed out of the second team of SSV Markranstädt and played its inaugural season in the —10 Bezirksliga Leipzig.

The team finished the season on first place and won promotion to the —11 Sachsenliga. In order to replace the reserve team and to avoid having to begin with its reserve team from the bottom of the German football league system , RB Leipzig entered a partnership with ESV Delitzsch from the city of Delitzsch in the northwest of Saxony.

By the looming bankruptcy of FC Sachsen Leipzig , which eventually ended with the club folding in June , RB Leipzig considered purchasing its playing right for the Oberliga for its reserve team.

RB Leipzig initially showed interest for the playing right, but later withdrew. A condition for the acquisition was that at least 51 percent of the players in the team must be integrated in the new club, but RB Leipzig instead chose to develop its own reserve team.

Tino Vogel was appointed new head coach for the —12 season. The team was also joined by senior defender Ingo Hertzsch , who had left the professional team.

The reserve team finished its first season in the Sachsenliga on fourth place. The team then managed to secure a first place in —14 Sachsenliga, and finally won promotion to the NOFV-Oberliga Süd , after three seasons in the Sachsenliga.

Forward Tom Nattermann scored 32 goals during the season, finishing the —14 Sachsenliga as the league top goal scorer by wide margin. The —15 season included opponents such as SSV Markranstädt and 1.

FC Lokomotive Leipzig , [] but the reserve team successfully adapted to the Oberliga and came to dominate its league. Before the —16 season, almost half of the players from the previous season left the team, including top goal scorer Tom Nattermann, who left for FC Erzgebirge Aue.

The average age stood at only 19 years and 5 months in June The reserve team played its home matches at the Stadion am Bad in Markranstädt.

The stadium is the traditional home ground of SSV Markanstädt, and was therefore shared with the club. In , RB Leipzig made plans to build its own amateur stadium.

The first plans envisioned a new stadium with 5, seats at the RB Leipzig training center at Cottaweg. Having finished as runners-up in their debut season in the German top flight, RB Leipzig gained entry to continental football for the first time, specifically the —18 UEFA Champions League for which Red Bull Salzburg had also qualified as Austrian champions ; this raised the issue of a possible conflict of interest between the clubs due to the level of influence exerted by Red Bull over both teams and the close sporting relationship between them in various aspects.

In the first season following that ruling, both reached the quarter-finals of the —18 UEFA Europa League but did not play each other, with RB Leipzig eliminated by Olympique de Marseille who then also knocked out Salzburg in the semi-finals.

However, in the next edition of the same competition, RB Leipzig and Red Bull Salzburg were drawn together in Group B to meet competitively for the first time.

RB Leipzig is one of the first clubs in history to qualify for the Champions League so soon eight years after its creation.

Having earlier been committed in women's junior football, RB Leipzig entered women's football in The club initially planned a partnership in women's football with Leipziger FC 07, to compete with a joint team in the fourth tier Landesliga Sachsen.

RB Leipzig and Leipziger FC 07 were given a playing right for the —17 Landesliga Sachsen on a wild card by the Saxony Football Association SFV , but only a few weeks before the start of the season, the partnership was ended and RB Leipzig announced that it was to compete with an independent team.

The SFV has expected the RB Leipzig women's team, with the state training center for women's and girls' football, to advance from Landesliga Sachsen to Bundesliga within 3 to 5 years.

RB Leipzig recorded a 7—0 victory, and advanced to the next round of the cup. The entry the RB Leipzig women's team in the —17 Landesliga Sachsen effectively skipping the 5th tier , came with criticism from several clubs in the league.

As of , RB Leipzig has 17 men and women's junior teams with players, including the Reserve team. Training and matches are conducted at several grounds in Leipzig.

The main ground is the RB training center at Cottaweg, which is shared with the professional team. The RB training center with its sports complex is currently used by men's junior teams from U14 to the Reserve team, as the location of the youth academy.

The RB Leipzig Football School is a multi-day training camp, for boys and girls aged between seven and 14 years. The 17 RB Leipzig junior teams collected 9 league titles and 3 cup titles together during the —15 season.

The 17 RB Leipzig junior teams collected 8 league titles and 6 cup titles during the —16 season. The B-junior team qualified for the Under 17 Bundesliga in The team reached the final, but was defeated by Borussia Dortmund.

The A-junior team qualified for the Under 19 Bundesliga in Incumbent B-junior coach Frank Leicht was announced as new head coach for the —15 season.

The —15 season proved successful. With its A- and B-junior teams, RB Leipzig was the only club in Germany with two teams left in the final rounds of the German championship in As of , the club has 14 men's junior teams, ranging from U8 to the Reserve team.

In June , RB Leipzig announced the creation of its first two women's junior football teams, starting from the —14 season. The first two teams created were a C- and a D-junior team.

The C-junior team was to be trained by Mandy Morgenstern and start in the Bezirksliga. The deal followed upon a period of financial difficulties for FFV Leipzig, which had for a while sought to transfer its youth academy to RB Leipzig.

As of , the club has three women's junior teams, ranging from B- to D-juniors. It is located at the RB Leipzig training center at Cottaweg. The establishment of a successful youth academy has been an integral part of the club's long term strategy and philosophy since its early years.

Planning for a training center with facilities for a youth academy began in , and the first section of the training center was opened in August Shortly after Ralf Ragnick became new Sporting director in July , he began an extensive restructuring of the club.

During his time at the club, the A- and B-junior teams won 15 German championships. Frieder Schrof became head of the youth department.

Thomas Schlieck had previously been employed as goalkeeper coordinator at Schalke 04 and had before that been employed for twelve years as goalkeeping coach at Arminia Bielefeld.

Thomas Schlieck became goalkeeper coordinator, responsible for goalkeeper training and development from the U8 to the professional team.

He was also employed to work with goalkeeper scouting. An expansion of the training center at Cottaweg began in January The plans included a 13, square meters sports complex, with extensive facilities for the youth academy.

The certificate placed the youth academy among the highest rated youth academies in Germany. The new sports complex at the RB Training center was opened in September The training center now has a boarding school with rooms for 50 students, more than any other in the Bundesliga.

The style of play taught at the youth academy is aggressive, ball oriented, and run intensive, with forward defending and fast transitions.

Youth players have to pay attention not only to their physical shape, but also to their appearance.

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