Norbert Düwel: Serving Bird22/11/2014 13:00
Image courtesy of Tobi at unveu.de
On Saturday Norbert Düwel had his hands mostly in his pockets. He was wearing what the Americans would call slacks, tan in colour, and he wedged his hands deeper and deeper into them throughout most of the game. Only twice did he let them wander free. The first was during a period in the second half while Union were hammering away at the bolted door of 1860′s defence, watching shot after shot get hoicked away by a boot off the line, watching cross after cross sail into the box and corner after corner not quite lead to a goal.
Düwel’s hands implored, they begged his players on. Like a puppeteer whose strings have been cut, he just couldn’t will in Union’s second goal. Even when Christopher Quiring stood over the ball, preparing to take a penalty that would be hit straight at Stefan Ortega Moreno, Düwel kept his hands in his pockets. They were comforting and warm, a couple of safe caves, a refuge. read full article