This is a thoroughly enjoyable introduction to German soccer. Obviously written with an English audience in mind, it nevertheless makes compelling reading. The writer is a German writing in English and occasionally it shows, but this only adds to the charm and remarkable even-handedness of the piece.
There is much here that I am sure is new to English audiences. I found the chapter about the 1954 world cup victory ('the miracle of berne') and Herbert Zimmermann's commentary of the final remarkably moving (especially when the received wisdom is the mighty magyars were cruelly robbed in that final). Also revealing is that Rudi Voeller is a thoroughly good bloke (when we all think of him as just a bloke with a typically naff German moustache and haircut) and that Franz Beckenbauer's personal behaviour hasn't always been as impressive as his achievements in the game. The author seems keen to dispel the myth of German efficiency and thoroughness, which is refreshing , but it doesn't quite come off because time and again we see Germans achieving heights (in spite of themselves) that the English just haven't got close to.
Just a couple of odd notes struck this reader and both relate to the war (sorry to say). The first is this line 'On April 30, 1945 Adolf Hitler shot himself. The day before Hamburg had beaten Altona 4-2 in the last official match played during wartime.' Now call me a pointy head, but the fall of Berlin (in which more Russians and Germans died over two months than the USA lost in the whole war) is a rather odd juxtaposition for such a meaningless match. Second, I know Sepp Herberger (coach to the remarkable 1954 team) was a great football man (sort of a cross between Bill Shankly and Alf Ramsey) but he was a member of the National Socialist Party and although the author goes to some lengths to clear his name I just wish he'd gone a bit further before I could feel entirely comfortable with him. To counterbalance this, I was more than impressed with the quiet dignity of men such as Helmut Schon (who witnessed the allied bombing of his home town Dresden) and Fritz Walter, the captain of the '54 team who was captured by the Russians (and what a close escape that was).
Overall though, a cracking read and one I recommend to all Europhile football fans. I read it at one sitting which is a testament to its engrossing and hugely enjoyable quality.