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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love


SCORCHIO

Author: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Rating: PG
Language: English
Warning: RPS

Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here


Scorchio

 

“Jogi, what’s that?!” Bierhoff rushes into the room. Like in a dance, he turns, the hem of his jacket flowing with the movement. The papers fall with the thud, skidding all over the table as if in slow-motion.

 

“Nothing”.

 

“Nothing?” Olli’s pirouette is completed and the men are gazing straight at each other right now. Angry and confused and even more angry because of it is Olli. Jogi is nonchalantly cool. A black figure in front of the red curtains.

 

“Are you thinking about team or what are you thinking?’

 

Jogi shrugs at that, looking bored and slightly amused. Not putting down the cup, he makes a vague gesture in his manager’s general direction. A crude parody on royal dismissal or a sign of self-assuredness?

 

“I won’t tolerate such type of behavior”, and his voice holds a slightly bored note too. No, he doesn’t want to deal with that. No, he’s in no mood to listen to Bierhoff’s notations. No, he’s not going to back off.

 

“Then I should have asked if you are thinking at all!”

 

In the doorframe Köpke is standing guard, silent and unwavering like a rock. If he disapproves of the argument, nothing in his stature nor in his face would indicate it. He’ll say what will be needed if things go too far, but right now it’s between these two.

 

Or maybe not.

 

Or maybe Hansi feels the need to stand up and face Bierhoff. To step up in front of Löw, as if shielding him. His blue waistcoat is like a contrast to the black and red.

 

“Live him be, Olli. He knows what he is doing”. This voice is like steel.

 

And Jogi’s voice is deceptively soft. “Jürgen left him out of the team once. I don’t remember you arguing back then”.

 

Said without reproach and without malice, but stinging all the same.

 

And they stand shoulder to shoulder – the coach and his assistant, and Andy is still watching them from the entrance.

 

“But you can call him if you have time. Maybe his explanations will be enough for me to reconsider my decision”, lazy smile touches Jogi’s face, not quite reaching his eyes.

 

Olli turns around, appalled, turns to the exit. He doesn’t succumb to pointless arguments.

 

At the door the other man is standing, still silent. His own concern is reflected on the other’s face, but Andy sees the futility of polemics as well as he does.

 

Stepping around the man, Bierhoff exits the room at exactly the same pace as he entered.

 

Everyone is watching his retreating back.

 

Löw – smiling.

 

Köpke – calm

 

Flick – with the smile playing in the corners of his mouth.

 

13.10.2008

 

tbc

Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, matthaeus, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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