The Bomber der Nation. Not the tallest, not the quickest, no dribbler — but for a decade the best centre-forward in the world. 398 goals in 453 league matches, 68 international goals in 62 appearances (average: 1.06).
World Cup top scorer with 14 goals. You either have it or you don't. You can't learn it.
As well as he found his way on the pitch, he found his way just as badly in real life.
In Florida, the fatal episode with alcohol began. After his last match in 1979, he could never find a proper place in life again. He ran a steakhouse, played the genial host and clinked glasses with everyone who wanted to drink with the famous Bomber.
In September 1991, his problems became public: tipsy at Bayern training, wife seeking divorce, apartments seized by tax authorities.
The hero of a generation reduced to a figure of ridicule.
Bayern held out their hand. Hoeneß, Beckenbauer, Rummenigge — all had played with him and now gave back. They persuaded him into rehab.
Since 1992, employed by the Reds again: youth coach, talent scout, assistant. I am completely happy, and I am busy. But then Alzheimer's struck.
The final chapter.
