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Twelve years reading European football for a Bundesliga club. Now I read it for you.
For twelve years I was an analyst at a Bundesliga club. The job was simple to describe and hard to do: know the next opponent better than they know themselves. Which coach changes shape after conceding. Which one simply shouts.
Then I scouted players across Europe — Porto to Poznań, Rotterdam to the Black Sea. Four languages, a great many regional trains, and one lesson that has never changed: the most useful information is printed in the local paper, in the local language, on the morning of the match.
A price set in London on a Belgian league match knows the table and not very much else. It does not know that the captain was whistled at training on Thursday, or that the coach is resting four regulars before Tuesday's European tie.
What I will and will not do: I bet on the match result only — home, draw or away. Three selections at most, and I am entirely comfortable with none. I will not chase, I will not dress up a guess, and I will always tell you what could go wrong. Ordnung muss sein — there must be order.