It’s nice that things are going well with manager Max Eberl, but the choice of his new employer gives the story an unpleasant taste: RB Leipzig.
Of course it’s nice that Max Eberl, eight months after he left Borussia Mönchengladbach for health reasons, feels “ready again” and is “full of energy”, as he puts it. Apparently the break has done him good. In January he couldn’t and didn’t want to have anything to do with football anymore, the football he loves so much had made him sick, he was burned out, broken, in the end. It went no further, he desperately needed a break, immediately, had to get off this treadmill that drags empathetic people even more. The ending was tearful, painful, even to outsiders, who respectfully saw a man who was not ashamed of his tears, nor of admitting his own weakness.
Now Eberl returns. He gets back on that treadmill that made him sick, burned him out and threw in the towel in January.
Max Eberl moves from Borussia Mönchengladbach to RB Leipzig
That the 49-year-old jumped back and voluntarily jumped into the hamster wheel is certainly not objectionable. He has apparently recovered and used the muse’s time for himself. In this regard, the claim of the Gladbach fan initiative, which accused Lower Bavaria of “poverty” for allegedly preparing his move to Leipzig with his departure in January, is irrelevant.
But sitting at the levers of power, pulling the strings, is his job, and even more: his calling. And of course this football business is also a drug that can and will make you addicted – to influence, to meaning, to focus. After his burn-out in 2011 and a break, Ralf Rangnick was also able and willing to continue more intensively and extensively than ever.
Max Eberl: His image is cracked
But what gives the whole thing an ugly taste is the new employer, RB Leipzig, the club construction that was only founded in 2009 and was created to promote a get-together. RB Leipzig embodies the exact opposite of what Eberl has always stood for in Gladbach for 23 years: tradition, passion, emotion, participation. A new employer couldn’t have been much different, an employer he had regularly criticized, even rejected, during his Gladbach days. Now he speaks of the ‘huge potential’ he says he has found in Saxony. whose bread I eat, whose song I sing.
Max Eberl will probably be seen differently by many from December 15, when his job officially starts at Cottaweg, perception may have changed. His image as a sympathetic, pleasant, smart doer who has successfully led a traditional club through all kinds of rough waters for years has definitely been shattered. In Leipzig, Eberl has significantly more financial leeway than at Bökelberg, the club is intact. But one thing is certain: he also sold his soul to some extent with the change. (Thomas Kilchenstein)