I felt sorry for Christoph Menz on Sunday. It was his last day at the Stadion an der Alten Försterei, as MSV Duisburg turned up for the last home game of the season, and he had to watch from the stands, fidgeting around in his smart shirt tucked into his smart jeans. Menz has been the man to call on in times of crisis for 1.FC Union for so long that, now he is on his way, it feels like he has been taken for granted. He has always just turned up and done his job. Your fullback’s knackered? Menz’ll do it. The sechser been sold? Menz’ll do it. Emergency centre-half? Menz’ll even do that. While his gelled hair and boyish face don’t ever seem to change, his spot on the bench has been worn down like a rock by the tide, the spot in the corner where he made his shuttle runs in hopeful expectation of getting a nod from Dirk Zingler or Andre Hofschneider to finish his warm up and slot himself into whatever position needs filling is a well worn furrow. read full article
Of Mice and Menz
