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LEWANDOWSKI — UNKNOWN

What do you wish for me?

I wish for you...

to be a super rich footballer who plays

in a Serie A Italian club.

That you make a ton of money and support your dad when he’s old.

Roberto Lewandowski, the best player in Europe.

Really?

If you keep training, that's how it will be.

Give me a kiss.

Good luck!

Keep playing as well as you do.

We had two trees here.

Robert used them as goals.

He used to make his favorite dog a goalie

and tried to score.

The dog was so quick he caught almost every ball with his muzzle.

We had to take care that she wouldn’t bite through it.

Robert played at school,

after school,

at training,

and then, he would go out and play till dark.

He never had enough.

We had lots of ideas,

our imagination was always working.

We used the names of the players we adored.

When the moment was right, we screamed,

"This or that player shoots, and goal."

We wanted to feel like it was us playing in those huge stadiums.

Even though the goals were made of stones or backpacks.

We had no expectations then.

The only thing that mattered was being in the moment

and the joy we felt.

When I was 8 and wanted to join a club,

there wasn't one with kids my age.

So, I started playing with

boys who were 2 years older – born in 1986.

We were afraid of injuries caused by collisions.

The older boys had already gained muscle mass.

What number was I? I need to find myself…

Do you see Robert?

There I am.

Skinny as a twig fighting for the ball.

Go Robert! Well done!

You can see what the soccer fields looked like then.

Sandy. Grass only grew during summer,

when everybody was on holiday with their parents.

The simple fact that you used to get a jersey, shorts and socks

made you proud and really happy.

Oh, I scored a goal!

The parents were really engaged, they cheered like crazy.

They would even interrupt.

The coach would be giving instructions, but every parent knew better.

It used to annoy us

because as coaches ourselves, we didn't like being lectured from the sidelines.

Sometimes I was disappointed with my dad,

because he was too...

calm watching me play.

I was always more impulsive...

I would ask, "what, why?

It should be a goal!”

My husband was calm: "No. Robert was offside." He saw it.

But he was also aware

how important it was not to put pressure on a young kid

during a game or training.

- I was always afraid to run here. - Sure.

That you'd fall into a bunker or something.

I remember once I took a shortcut

and it stayed on my conscience.

- Did you turn back? - No. I went to coach Sikorski.

And told him I wanted to run it again.

You admitted it to him?

One time we came back to the dressing room.

We were really upset because we'd lost the game.

It turned out that the keeper on the other team was older.

- And he escaped out the window. - Yeah.

They wanted to check him.

He was born in '85. Three years difference was a lot.

We were like 12 or 14 years old.

We weighed 27 kilos, he weighed 50.

What if we found that goalkeeper now?

I wonder if he would admit that he cheated against you?

- Hello! - Welcome!

Look who we have here, coach!

- The jersey. - Is it mine?

- We used to play in them. - Yeah.

- What's the number? - I still have a whole set.

That was such a great jersey back then.

German precision.

Wait, this is rare, look where it was made.

England.

You stole all the pictures.

There are no Varsovia photos, only Robert’s photos.

How did it go?

Honor a good referee and the opposing team: hooray!

Robert went to Straelen with the older boys.

When he came back, he said:

"Mom, I have to play in the German league!"

I asked "why?"

"It’s so pretty there! In front of the houses,

and the football pitches, it's like running on carpet!"

Since I was born there were no Polish footballers

who played in the big clubs, or went abroad.

I never wanted to be average.

I don’t know why.

Maybe...

I was stupid, or naive enough...

to dream so big.

The first time I realized

that football was something that I would do seriously

for years to come,

was when I joined Lech Poznań.

I think this was the best choice.

I hope I don’t disappoint the fans.

And I play as best as I can.

There is a lot of training behind my game.

It's not perfect yet, because perfection is unattainable.

You have to keep practicing,

and reach as high as you can.

It was 2008.

Someone told me there was an interesting player in Poland.

But it was not a big transfer for us.

A mere 4,5 million

and we decided we wanted him.

Dortmund was a real turning point.

We were trying to find a balance, being together.

We wanted to set things up so that I could be with him,

and not have to give up on my things.

I worried what would happen if I went with him.

I'd have to start studying part-time.

I'd be giving up on a part of me, karate.

I was supposed to manage a club.

What If we didn’t make it?

Moving abroad was a difficult time for Anna and I.

In Germany you rent flats without furniture.

So we had to wait two months for a kitchen.

And the comfort of having a family home

was important enough to me,

that it really influenced my game in those first months.

Lewy wasn’t a workhorse from the beginning.

He had to learn to give everything.

He was extremely talented

but he needed some time to learn to use it.

Training was really hard. I was ambitious and wanted to bring my best every time.

Players would skip days if something hurt.

Not me, even if I was in pain, I kept going.

I wanted to show that even though I’m from Poland, I can make it.

Between trainings I had to deal with

getting a SIM card, a place to live, paperwork. There was a lot.

I burned myself out.

He was very withdrawn at the beginning.

He didn’t speak German. Was much thinner, not very well-built.

Bobusiek.

Bobek.

I got the nickname when my father came back from the USA,

where he'd gone to earn some money.

He told me that,

Bob was short for Robert.

Since I was the smallest,

they called me 'Bobek'.

In a store in Barcelona with my Mom,

we bought for him these capri sweatpants, as a souvenir.

When he put them on they really accentuated his skinny legs,

it wasn’t the best present.

- It's not too big. - It's perfect.

My mom still buys things with room to grow, for us and for our kids.

Nothing's changed there.

Now you look like a real man.

A little bit oversized but it doesn’t matter.

It’s too big, look.

Nah, it’s okay. It will be perfect in a month.

The color suits him.

I was a happy, cheerful boy.

Open to the world,

but certain situations blocked me.

Until I was a teenager

I was ashamed because

I didn't have proper muscles.

My knees were wider than my thighs.

I often felt pretty awkward.

I would wonder if I should put shorts on

because my legs were so thin that it looked weird.

I lacked self-confidence and courage.

Other kids used that to make fun of me.

You know how young boys can be.

They look for points of weakness in the weaker ones.

A thin type.

He didn’t look serious at the first glance.

I think I saw two matches with him.

He didn’t convince me. So, I gave up on him.

Just like the media did.

Robert was really lucky to play with Kuba and Lukasz Piszczek

who helped him a lot.

What he did do, was to learn German very fast.

Unbelievably fast.

He could speak German really soon.

And I learned Polish specifically for Lewy.

"Rusz dupe" was for him. Not the other two.

I asked Kuba how to say "move your ass."

I regret that I wasn't more arrogant

as a football player. Not as a person.

Maybe a bit as well.

My ego wasn't big enough.

It would have helped me to show a better version of me.

The real me.

Robert lacked aggression.

He lacked passion.

His facial expression was always the same.

I told him that if you don’t show things on the outside

it's possible that you don’t feel them strong enough.

So, we worked on that too.

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

You may not know a person’s history,

you don't know what challenges they face.

Sometimes we can hurt them unintentionally.

I think those are challenges that every family faces.

In Dortmund we experienced having a home together.

We went on holiday, where we got engaged.

Do you remember the boat?

Which one?

The one you wanted to take me on for 300 dollars.

No, less.

I wanted to pick the catamaran, for 50.

You wanted to spoil my plan.

I wanted to take you to a deserted island

and propose to you.

But you said, "Let’s take the catamaran, like everybody else."

I remember coming back.

Tomek called you and asked,

"is it true? Did you get engaged?

You bastard, you didn't tell anyone!"

Yeah, it's true.

I remember I got so annoyed in Cuba,

because you'd forgotten your driver's license.

I had to drive the whole time.

I don’t remember that.

Let's share wafer!

My beloved husband!

My parents both loved their work.

They met because of sport. They fulfilled themselves through sport.

That's why they got along so well.

Our parents taught us,

what they knew best,

which was primarily sport.

My mom played volleyball.

So obviously she wanted me to play volleyball too.

My dad didn’t want Robert to train judo like him

because it wasn’t very popular.

And so, soccer came naturally.

Is this all right, Dad?

Beautiful!

In my mind I can still see my dad

running around the field.

He had a six-pack of abs like all judo athletes,

very strong and muscular.

Then he started to have problems with his heart, blood pressure.

He lost his spirit.

He used to enjoy a beer.

Later it wasn’t only one, but a few.

He wasn't coping with something.

Every time I think of Dad...

I’m aware that

I was too young,

a kid really,

to be able to help him.

Or to be there so he could help himself.

I remember it perfectly

my sister is crying,

my mother says that Dad is dead.

I cried a lot.

It was possibly

one of the hardest,

if not the hardest day of my life.

I wasn’t ready

to lose

my Dad

being so young.

I was growing up

and I was left without a father and without his support

that I needed so much.

And...

he wasn’t there anymore.

I didn’t know why.

I had so many questions.

Why me? Why my father?

Why now?

And...

After his death I knew

that I needed to grow up faster than I wanted to.

We were young. Robert was 15 or 16 years old.

I was 19.

He needed to process it on his own

and it became a driving force later in his life.

Dad wasn’t there anymore,

so he became responsible

for finishing what he started.

It was in Dortmund

when I first decided to go

to coach Klopp and talk with him.

That conversation

was a game-changer for me

because I could talk with Klopp as if I was talking to my father.

You cannot consciously take up that role.

It can happen only if the player considers you both a coach and a farther figure.

I have never consciously taken up that role.

But what matters to me is the person behind the player.

I believe that only if you are at peace with yourself

can you live up to your full potential as a football player.

Maybe it was the fact that I talked to a man built like my father.

I felt a connection that I had been missing for years.

I was judging him as a soccer player on the field

and I helped him as a person as much as I could off the pitch.

It was something that I had been missing

and whatever was stopping me inside

let go

and gave me a freedom

to express myself as a footballer.

It gave me wings to fly.

I remember we were celebrating in an open bus

with more than 500 thousand people.

Suddenly something changed

and Robert hit the gas.

He became the player he is today.

Robert had nobody to learn from in Poland

Actually, everybody had to learn from him.

The better a player you are in a club, that translates to the national team.

You have more to say on the field and in the dressing room.

It was amazing.

I scored the first goal in the national stadium,

in the first game of the Euro Cup which gave us the lead 1:0.

The roof was closed, and it was hot like a sauna.

When the crowd explodes

and you're the center of attention there and then.

I wish you could feel even 1% of what I felt.

Everything started speeding up.

I played a few minutes, sprinted and

tore my biceps femoris in my thigh.

I didn’t know what that meant.

It could have been the end.

He'd have to bury all his dreams and start a new life.

I took some frozen food from the refrigerator

and put it on that muscle

hoping it would help.

That I'd be able to return to training in a few days.

That it was no big deal, I'd wake up tomorrow and…

But the frozen food didn’t help.

I went to the gym by myself no plan, no one guiding me.

I wanted to know what would happen,

would they extend my contract?

No coach would tell me the truth to my face.

But since I got on well with the secretary

I went to her and found out

that my contract wouldn’t be prolonged.

That I was a free agent.

I couldn’t believe it.

Maybe they'll make him come in the next day.

Maybe he misunderstood something.

That's why, after talking to him,

I was ready to go back.

- "Let’s go and ask again." - "Mom. There's no one to talk to!"

- "Let's go I’ll talk to them." - "But there's no one there."

"What do you mean?"

"There's only the secretary."

He walked slowly, his head down.

For the first time I saw fear in his eyes.

But somewhere deep inside I felt,

you're making a mistake. I won't give up.

It wasn’t easy for him.

His Mom helped a lot.

She came with him to the club to talk.

I burst in there with Robert.

My first words were: "I brought you a treasure".

Robert was a bit withdrawn.

Hidden behind his mom, a young lad.

The coach said, "We’ve got a lot of treasures like him here."

"We'll see," I said.

He was in a bad shape.

He ran poorly, lacked strength.

He still limped a little bit.

It took almost 2 months for him to recover.

He thought he wasn’t going to play long at this level.

I told him, "All right Robert, first get better.

Play well here for a while."

Robert said, "relax, coach."

"First the Polish top division, then a foreign club.

We'll see which one."

We went to Katowice.

About 7000 spectators.

During the warm-up the second coach said to me,

"Look, what a stadium what a crowd."

7000 thousand people in Katowice. That was something.

In the back of my mind, I thought

It was worth training and working so hard.

For the very first time I felt the thrill of a football spectacle

It was a magical moment.

The fact that we made it to the semi-final was a huge success.

When I scored a goal 1 to 0

cheers exploded.

A goal in the Champions League. Against Real.

I saw that the near post was empty.

When I was taking the shot,

I decided to strike the ball differently,

Wow, two goals in the semi-final,

and then the third goal.

I thought „Hat-Trick”.

I fell to my knees

and felt a subtle spasm in my thigh.

I thought "Get up!

Before it gets worse!"

I looked at the clock.

"Jesus, so much time left?"

I had a rush of adrenaline but,

I knew I had to keep calm.

A moment later, the penalty kick.

Half the world was watching.

A young man before a penalty kick

and the chance to score a fourth goal.

If you try, you’ll always be a step ahead.

I had the chance there was no room for fear

I had to take the ball and score the fourth goal.

Amazing game.

Robert's four goals were unbelievable.

It became clear

he had a chance to become the best striker in the world.

It was cool.

4 goals against Real Madrid.

Who scores four goals against Real? I don't know anyone else but Robert.

In that moment, Robert started to be seen in different light.

He was in the spotlight. Everyone watches if you score goals.

His talent was evident.

His mental, technical, and tactical talent.

When I came home, I regretted not scoring the fifth goal.

The goalkeeper barely saved it. It was heading for the top-right corner.

Then I asked Anna to make me some pancakes.

I used to eat milk and cornflakes everyday for breakfast,

which was bad for me.

But who knew.

I remember...

- What were they called? - Pampuchy.

Pampuchy exactly.

I didn’t know them before.

They were so easy to make.

Steamed.

They were delicious.

I used to like them.

And the funny name – 'Pampuch'.

Do you remember our first time living together?

The first months?

Shopping together.

Vanilla cream cheese.

We had this shop across the street.

I don’t know why but that cream cheese stuck in my head.

I also remember trying to buy the best bed linen.

Great place mats.

You said: no way! I won’t sleep under one cover with you.

I remember that.

You always stole the covers. What could I do?

I remember an important thing Robert said,

he wanted to win me over.

He grabbed my arms, after we left the cinema.

This was before our first kiss,

and he said,

"Let me show you the man you don’t know yet."

He was 19 years old...

OK, that touched my heart.

We could have won the game.

If you lose 1 to 2 - it was close.

It took me a long time to accept the defeat.

But after so many years you are not afraid that they will call you loser.

Winning is easy. We can all do it

celebrate, be happy.

But when you look at the side that lost, it's a different story.

I’ve seen many tears. I shed a few myself.

The problem are thoughts like

it was the only chance to win the Champions League.

I didn’t have any wise words to share.

I picked up a few players from the grass.

We supported each other more with gestures than words.

Every player loses in a different manner.

Some don’t think too much.

They toughen up and look to the future.

Playing in the final is one thing. Winning is something different.

I thought we’d reached the limit of our potential with this team.

I remember talking to Anna

sometime after that final.

She said,

"You are going to win the Champions League. But you need to be patient.

And the path will not be easy."

Now it's fast by car.

But back then it took me 45 minutes by public transport.

There were these small buses. The last one left at 8 P.M.

Sometimes there was another one at 8.30 P.M.

But only twice a week.

Few times I didn’t make it on time

and I had to hitchhike.

I knew people were driving home from work.

Since my parents were teachers, people knew me and it worked out.

What did I do on the bus, without a phone?

Probably the same as kids today.

Only that I didn’t stare at my phone but at a window.

A small difference.

I was wondering

how to conquer the world.

Leszno,

I haven't visited my mother for a long time.

CHASE YOUR DREAMS

I’ve always thought this house was so big.

But it was me who was small.

Once I put some icicles under the gas box.

I wanted to save them for later.

I had no idea that they would melt.

Hey.

Hello.

I'll just grab a nut.

Please do.

A photo from the prom. Me wearing a salmon-pink shirt.

Here you are visiting me with Anna for the first time.

- For the first time? - No.

It was the second or third time.

She was still a blonde.

Here are all my medals.

Look.

Not all are mine. Some belong to Milena.

Maybe.

Some are volleyball medals.

But you also played.

True.

I won this Walkman in a tournament.

There is still a tape inside.

Do you have any headphones? You need batteries in here?

It's from Dortmund.

From the first season.

I was number seven.

I had such a big jersey?

I'LL GET BETTER EVERY DAY

The first moment that I wanted to leave

was in summer when sir Alex Ferguson called me.

It was so thrilling and fascinating

A few years before I could only see a coach like that on TV.

It was the first time I realized that the great clubs

may come.

We watched Robert closely.

We scouted him and reached out.

How could we transfer him from Borussia Dortmund?

Clearly nobody would let a player like Robert Lewandowski go.

Bayern didn’t come with a pile of money

they wanted to negotiate without a specific offer.

Bayern knew that if we kept that team,

Bayern wouldn’t be the German champion 10 times in a row.

I perfectly remember all the experts and fans.

"Why go to Bayern?" "You have everything in Dortmund!"

I was a "Star" there. Though I dislike the word.

Why leave my comfort zone?

Even though we didn’t agree,

everything worked out professionally.

We received the final offer in December 2013.

It is possible that Robert

was the most important transfer in the history of Bayern.

I see myself standing in the locker room.

I didn’t expect this, I put it on like any other jersey.

And then...

what an awesome feeling like

"Wow! I’m here.

I’m wearing something huge."

From the ever first day Robert told me,

"I need to have a team with which I can win the Champions League."

It wasn't that I was in Disneyland, and I'll be here a moment.

My approach was, I'm here and I want to be the main character.

These were the craziest 9 minutes of football in my life.

Robert goes in. Bum, bum, bum. Every strike was a goal.

I don’t remember a thing.

Only when I see it on TV do I remember something

but mostly from a spectator’s point of view.

Pep Guardiola made this gesture.

I thought,

"Jesus Christ, what is going on?"

This man changed my perception of football forever.

Not only as sport but as a part of life.

I discovered that football wasn’t everything.

Of course, I continued playing

but I saw that there was life off the pitch.

I'm showing where we are.

Let’s see the other side. No? Doesn’t matter.

Empty.

This is nice.

I can’t see anything, but…

I remember the European Championships in France.

With Anna we were trying to have a baby.

She came to France for the tournament

and it turned out that a few days earlier she miscarried.

Despite privately being in pain,

disappointed

sad.

I still had to go out on the field, face it all

and try to concentrate on the game.

When you approach the ball

your heart rate goes to 200.

The goal becomes small and the goalkeeper big.

It’s impossible to stay relaxed and strike.

In training sure, but

with all the pressure and expectations.

In you head it's like…

Practice makes perfect.

He stole it from me.

OK, maybe not stole, anyway, it's a good story.

There was this moment when he didn’t score the penalty.

Champions League semi-final.

If he scored, it would take us to the final.

This penalty kick was

a turning point

because I saw what he did wrong.

I had a mental crisis.

It took me ever longer to strike and that was a problem.

After his penalty kick, I could see that he withdrew.

It was my chance to take on the role.

If you want to have any chance,

you need to stand in the goal as long as possible.

It’s easy to say, keep still, don’t react.

After he hits the ball, no one has no time to react.

It is extremely difficult to use it well.

Let’s hope it is the last stroll

just the two of us.

Two and a half.

Tomorrow there will be three of us.

Right?

Look here, Klara!

Smile!

Klara, Klara!

She doesn’t want to.

Klara helped me to open up to people and world in general.

She taught me I could trust people.

She gradually melted my heart

that I used to guard.

When I come back home after a defeat

there is someone waiting for you,

someone who doesn’t know what happened and is waiting full of joy.

She showed me

how life before and after

are two different worlds.

The presence of family is very important for Robert.

Every time I flew somewhere he wrote to me:

Coming back to an empty house

is the worst possible thing.

Especially after a defeat.

My dreams and the dreams of Polish fans

began after my successes with Bayern Munich.

Unfortunately, that didn’t translate to the national team.

Things were not as they should be.

The quality just wasn’t there.

Robert glanced at me.

Suddenly it was like in a movie

He was staring at me,

and I kept moving towards him.

Passing through the crowd.

He came straight at me.

Tears in his eyes

and he said,

"I knew it. Here we go again."

You go to your family when you've won the game

to celebrate with them, to hug them.

It must have hurt him a lot that he went straight to his wife to get support

instead of going to the dressing room with us.

Anger after a defeat is a good thing. Sadness is not.

You could see he was sad.

When the national team loses

the strongest player takes the blame

I think it's not only in football, also in life.

In every family

the person

who stands out or has a successful career

gets the blame first if things go wrong.

We were confronted with a lot of hate.

I remember that as a mom.

Klara was only a year old.

I worried because on the one hand I was…

We had a tough time then.

A lot of tough moments,

comments, articles.

We talked it through.

Anna said, "We'll manage this together.

We're going to come out stronger than before."

We both shed some tears

and had a cathartic talk.

I remember it really well

because there aren't many conversations when Robert cried.

Fortunately.

We are impartially envious.

We prefer the defeated

those in second place.

Because the winner is self-confident, happy

and not so humble.

We envy the winner.

Robert is like that. He is a winner.

He asked himself, "why is it always harder for me?"

I know it doesn’t sound sincere,

how is it that Robert Lewandowski has it harder?

Individual trophies are great -

they validate your form and your skills.

But the most important trophies are won with your team.

Even though I made it to the semi-finals a few times

we didn't make it

to the final of the Champions League.

That hurt.

When I went to Rummenige,

I thought we would have a 15-20 minute conversation.

But we discussed for two hours.

I knew I had nothing to lose and I needed to say what I thought.

I put it all on the table and said what was in my heart.

Robert put his cards on the table. He spoke about problems.

Of course his position in the club

allowed him to question and criticize things.

In football you can't change things overnight.

But since then, the way they saw me and the way I saw myself, has changed.

I noticed that he was dissatisfied

with the way we practiced.

He's a person who always wants to go further.

He has this ambition to perfect his game

which is an excellent quality.

If you play at the highest level

you can’t be afraid of responsibility.

You can’t avoid taking shots even if you miss.

I was working on myself,

on my character, on my mental strength.

I often asked, "Do you turn the lights off in the locker room?

Why are you always the last one home?"

Because Robert asks his team mates if they'll stay 30 minutes longer

so he could shoot penalties.

"So you have your training and then you need to stay another 30 minutes." OK...

Winning trophies, Champions League, becoming the champion…

What is important for me as a coach is the way we achieve things.

If we enjoy doing it together, the results will come.

On the highest level

tactics don't make so much of a difference anymore.

It's the human qualities that make the difference

through self confidence and the support of a coach.

I had a good hunch.

When you are a coach it gives you self-confidence

which you can share with your team.

And so we all felt we could win the Champions League that year.

Klara went to her first game when she was 3 weeks old.

It's still a big thing for her.

"Will daddy wave at me? Did he see me?"

We agreed the day before

"Daddy if you score a goal will you give me a sign."

"Of course darling, what's the sign?"

"When you score, make a circle, then something and a heart."

All right. We have a deal.

Before we set off, we had asked the families to

say some kind words to their men.

Many players had tears in their eyes.

Score lots of goals and win the game!

Win the match honey and fulfill your dreams!

We'll be waiting for you at home. We love you!

The pressure was huge.

It was my second Champions League final

and I'd lost once before.

When I hit the goal post I thought,

"too bad I didn't score a goal in the final."

It could have been enough.

Often one goal is enough in a final.

Until the final whistle blows you can't believe

that it will actually happen.

Klara fell asleep on me.

I put her into the stroller.

And then suddenly…

I still have the video…

Patryk says "We did it!"

and suddenly I burst into tears.

I was crying but I had to cry quietly because the kids were sleeping.

We did it! Anna, we did it!

I fell to my knees after the final whistle

in my mind I saw the long road I had to travel to get to where I was.

He was truly touched,

his voice was shaking.

He brought the atmosphere from the pitch, the stadium

home to our family.

I want to show you something.

In the most important moment of his life

he called all his friends

and screamed, "We did it!"

When he raised the Polish flag...

it was symbolic, just beautiful. He had tears in his eyes -

Now I’m touched…

He kissed the pitch

and looked above.

To my husband who didn’t live to see this moment

but I’m convinced that

he would be beside himself with pride.

We would all be crying.

We could see his emotions after the game.

After he won the Champions League an enormous weight had been lifted.

It was important for the entire team

and for him personally. His emotions were visible.

He finally fulfilled his dreams and was ready to let go.

Robert was sitting on the grass.

His eyes full of tears and the cup beside him.

I approached him and said,

"See Robert, you can win the Champions League with Bayern."

Robert is not a striker that only scores goals.

The way he moves is unbelievable.

We often can’t see his maneuvers.

It is easier for me because I’m coach,

but when your heart rate is 180 and you are playing against an opponent it’s hard.

He has an unbelievable sense of space and time.

He knows when to play or hit the ball.

He understands the game.

If at the age of 30, or maybe earlier 27,28,

you can learn something you've never done before,

what does that mean?

It means you had the talent, but no one saw it, or was able to bring it out.

Many of my capabilities were neglected.

They got suppressed when I was a kid.

When I was dribbling, I'd lose the ball, of course.

I was told: 'Pass it, don't lose the ball.'

or 'Play it easy, straight.'

As footballers, we start working when we are very young.

When you turn 20, it seems you are very experienced.

The truth is that we learn all the time.

Robert has the skills to notice, learn and use new things as his own.

Hi!

Hi! How are you?

Great.

When I was a small boy who started playing football

there was this record by Gerd Müller already

that lasted so many years.

There was only one man who scored 40 goals – Gerd Müller.

Nobody has ever believed that someone could beat it.

That's the exact reason why the little kids

become professional athletes

because they want to beat the record, to achieve the impossible.

I didn’t think about it during the season

because I didn’t want to burden myself with any additional pressure.

I started thinking about it

when I got injured.

I always say, it’s like a stab in the heart.

When you work with the players every day

we are like a big family.

And it feels as if your own child got injured.

It affects me because I see how the boys are hurting.

The first few days were difficult.

I was wondering, what are positives that I can get out of this situation.

Do you want to turn left?

He is riding quite well!

There's not enough snow.

Over time I understood

why my father wanted me to train other sports, not only football.

I can still feel the difference now.

The problem today is that young professional players train only one thing –

football.

Robert told me that he tried many different disciplines.

Athletics, basketball, handball, ping pong.

Often my mom, my sister and I would practice tumbles in our garden.

Agility and flexibility are helpful on the field.

If there is a hard collision

I can walk away unharmed.

You gotta be in good health

for football you have to be tough.

And Robert has that.

I had 39 goals,

and two games left.

I felt the pressure.

I scored the 40th goal and tied the record.

Later I had a chance in the second half.

Normally, I could close my eyes and shoot it however

it should have gone in.

But I knew

it wouldn’t be so easy.

There was a certain time when he got push back,

because the press wrote a lot about the record.

Can he beat the record?

Should he not break it out of respect for Gerd Müller?

In the first half I was in the penalty area three times and could have scored.

But I was looking for Robert to pass him the ball.

But it didn’t work.

Then he came to me and said,

"Please stop with this fake passing.

We can't force it. Either this happens or it doesn’t."

I was angry with myself.

I was nervous and annoyed

I thought, "no, I can't do it."

During the game I had the feeling, "Does he want it?

Does it burden him? The pressure?"

Fate can be cruel.

What did I say?

"Krzysztof!

Do something! Or I won’t visit your grave!"

I felt an impulse

that went through my body.

I thought, no! You need to be ready!

There will be one moment,

and you have to make it count.

When Leroy Sané took his shot and Giki lost the ball,

I knew I had to get it.

It's a split second when you simply know,

This is it.

You’ll score.

You'll beat the record.

You'll make history.

Not only the history of Bundesliga,

but the history of football.

Gerd’s wife, Ushi, said, 'He would have wanted it.'

She took him in her arms and said,

"Robert, I congratulate you.

The record is broken. And you earned it like no one else."

I started being interested in football in 1974.

The football of my youth.

Gerd Müller was the star.

And I admit that being Bayern Munich fan

it stung a little bit.

Because it was our ‘Gerd’.

The national striker.

There were comments that maybe I shouldn't have broken the record.

That it was unnecessary.

I saw something in people that I didn’t expect.

After Messi had left Barcelona

The club had been somewhat orphaned. Though that's not the right word.

We didn't have a global star on the team.

The spot was up for grabs.

Two-time best player in the world. Robert Lewandowski!

I was always fair with Bayern

I shared what I felt, I told them what might happen in the future.

I knew that in the end Bayern would do what was best for them.

Lewy stays! Lewy stays!

Fans have good hunch.

He will fulfill the contract. That's it.

Today one thing is certain,

my time with Bayern has come to an end.

I trust, that the club will not keep me just because they can.

When I put myself in Robert Lewandowski’s shoes

I can’t understand why everything was played so openly.

Are we going to have Lewandowski here next week?

We will see.

Dreams don’t cost a thing. But players do.

I don’t want to talk about players.

It wouldn’t be fair to Bayern Munich with whom he has a deal.

Hasan Saklihamidzic said yesterday that his dad taught him

"When you go, don’t close the door with your butt."

We are talking about Lewandowski.

Lewandowski!

He would be a good fit anywhere.

I expected that if I stayed in Bayern one or two years,

my passion and love for football would dim.

That I'd be lacking additional stimulus.

The president of the Club informed us that Lewandowski wishes to finish his career

in Barcelona.

I thought, "This is awesome! Having Lewandowski here

would be spectacular!"

When I look in the mirror in 5, 10 or 15 years

I wouldn’t be able to look myself in the eye

and ask,

"Why didn’t you try?"

Usually, Mateu simply calls me.

This time he wanted to talk on Zoom.

A video call? I was surprised but answered.

I was in park with my kids,

I look at the screen and there is Lewandowski.

I said, "Wait a sec" because there were many people behind me.

I greeted him and said:

"Robert I know you want to play for Barca.

We are honored. We will try to organize everything as best as possible.

You are going to love the city. You'll be happy."

From no money to a deal with Lewandowski.

Financial miracle of FC Barcelona.

The deal between Barca and Bayern is real.

The Pole is going to play for Culés next season.

Anna asked me every day: 'Do you know anything?'

And I said...

No, it wasn't like this.

I didn't know myself what was going to happen.

It was shitty.

He left us, disgraceful.

The best thing that could have happened to FC Bayern. To let him go.

I didn’t like the reaction of management.

I think he belongs to Bayern. It hurts to see him in a different club.

Killer.

Without honor.

Friend.

Traitor.

He gave it all to the club.

I think that Robert Lewandowski was disappointed with

how everything ended.

That there was no big, romantic goodbye ceremony.

Or a big football love that would

last until the end of his career.

The presentation ceremony

was during a work day and 60 thousand people showed up…

it felt unreal.

You can't really believe what's happening.

It's as if you were watching a movie

or a presentation of players from your childhood.

I got the ball and thought:

"This ball is somehow different.

Kind of more inflated, more artificial."

Or that's what I felt.

I told myself: "Concentrate.

And do what you feel or what the ball tells you."

I felt...

love.

There was a magic between Lewandowski and the fans.

He has fun, he is happy. Like a kid.

I feel like a kid in a candy shop.

Even though I've seen the candy before, the joy is even bigger.

The way he gets on with younger players is amazing. I didn’t expect that.

I imagined a natural leader who scores goals like a robot.

Since the moment he entered the locker rooms

everything clicked.

My career being in the era of Messi and Ronaldo

helped me to get to this level.

They set the records and scored the goals

and thanks to them I managed it.

I've said that Robert Lewandowski

is the only player I know, who would play in Pyongyang

without any audience and he would still give his best,

score goals and so on.

Hundreds of millions of kids play football worldwide,

I started to think that

even if you are the best player in your team,

someone out there can be better than you.

So you need to have much broader perspective.

Despite all the comments:

"You won’t make it. You're too skinny.

Too weak.

Technically not good enough."

I wanted to prove that a boy from Poland,

growing up on the outskirts of Warsaw

is able to achieve great things and reach quite high.

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