World Cup moments: West Germany v France 1982
Schumacher’s assault on Battison casts longshadow over one of the great encounters
West German goalkeeper Toni Schumacher (right) jumps past the ball as he gets ready to collide with French defender Patrick Battiston during the 1982 World Cup semi-final in Stockholm. Battiston was carried off the field on a stretcher while Schumacher, unpunished, resumed play with a goal-kick. Photograph: AFP
French captain Michel Platini comforts the stricken Patrick Battison as he is being taken off the firld by stretcher in Seville. Photograph: AFP
The semi-final stage of the World Cup has, on balance, not been particularly kind to France. In 1958, the free-scoring team of Just Fontaine and Raymond Kopa were more than holding their own against Brazil until Vavá clattered into the leg of captain Robert Jonquet; with the defender’s double-fracture went France’s hopes and dreams, in those days before substitutes.
In 1986, Les Bleus faced West Germany with star man Michel Platini only half-fit; the rest of the team failed to turn up until the last 10 minutes or so, by which time it was far too late.
Even when the French finally won a semi, against Croatia in 1998, the popular defensive lynchpin Laurent Blanc got himself suspended for the final – unluckily and yet foolishly – by needlessly waving his arms near the face of Slaven Bilic.
But nothing comes close to 1982. Nothing will ever come close to 1982.
The 1982 World Cup semi-final between France and West Germany at Sevilla’s Estadio Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán is remembered mainly for the most outrageous and notorious foul in World Cup history.
In the 57th minute, French captain Platini noticed a sizable gap between defenders Manni Kaltz and Uli Stielike, with Patrick Battiston racing into it, and stroked a pass of insouciant majesty into his path. Battiston, clear on goal with only the outrushing German goalkeeper Toni Schumacher to beat, was first to a ball that was sitting up almost perfectly. At which point . . . well, more of that anon.
Perhaps the most unfortunate aspect of what was about to unfold – though Battiston and his dental surgeon will doubtless disagree – is an infamous act of brutal cynicism to this day casts a long, dark shadow across a match which should be remembered as one of the greatest, most dramatic and entertaining World Cup encounters.
A back-and-forth, six-goal, bona fide thriller between two teams packed with top-drawer talent performing at full pelt, arguably only the 1950 Maracanaço “final”, the 1954 Hungary-Uruguay semi, and the sun-kissed stunner served up by Italy and Brazil in Barcelona a mere three days before have ever bettered it. And yet.
Michel Hidalgo’s began their campaign by falling a goal behind after 27 seconds to a gun-shy England side which had only just scraped through qualifying.
That match was lost 3-1, and France only scraped through the first group stage after beating Kuwait 4-1, then drawing 1-1 with Czechoslovakia – thanks to a last-minute clearance off the line by Manuel Amoros.
France then found themselves in the easiest of the four second-round groups, lumped in with Austria and Northern Ireland, but even then made a meal of it.
Despite dominating the Austrians, they could only win by a single goal, and while they rolled over the Northern Irish 4-1 to make the last four, things may have panned out differently had Martin O’Neill’s early strike not been preposterously disallowed.
West Germany, second favourites from the outset behind Brazil, had somehow managed to be even worse. The first group stage was a heady cocktail of debacle and disgrace: a hubristic defeat to Algeria after promising to dedicate “the seventh goal to our wives and the eighth to our dogs”, followed swiftly by the shameful and depressing “Anschluss” pact with Austria.
In the second group stage a goalless grind with England was followed by a clinical win over the hosts Spain.
But there was world-class talent in their team – winger Pierre Littbarski, European footballer of the year Karl-Heinz Rummenigge, Klaus Fischer, Paul Breitner – and someone had to deliver at some point.
Ditto the French, who might have been no great shakes at the back, but had a midfield – Platini, Jean Tigana, Alain Giresse – to paper over any cracks, and were perhaps hitting their stride at exactly the right time. (Hidalgo had cited the response to the O’Neill warning shot against Northern Ireland as the best performance of his six-year reign as coach to date.)
West Germany came flying out of the blocks. The tricksy Littbarski had been the star turn against Spain, scoring one and setting up another, and he continued where he left off, embarking on a dangerous slalom into the French area in the first couple of minutes. Then on the quarter-hour, he battered a free-kick off the crossbar with such force the ball whistled straight back outside the box.
France took less than 10 minutes to attain parity, Bernd Forster grappling with Dominique Rocheteau in the area, Platini slotting the penalty by sending Schumacher the wrong way with a confident sidefoot. At which point the game developed something of an edge.
Kaltz and Bernard Genghini had already traded petty hacks, and Giresse was booked for kicking the ball away in a petulant manner after conceding a free-kick.
It was Schumacher, though, who really raised the temperature. On 35 minutes, he gathered a backpass and pointlessly rolled forward into Platini, making an impression on the French captain’s thigh. Four minutes later, mopping up a Tigana cross, Schumacher happily allowed his forward momentum to pin a hapless Didier Six to the floor, held him down a tad longer than strictly necessary, then shoved the striker away as the pair finally disentangled.
Platini entreated the goalkeeper to simmer down, but Schumacher’s laser eyes were trained only on the entirely innocent Six, lost in a sociopathic reverie.
The Germans went straight down the other end of the pitch, Kaltz romping along the right wing in acres. He was scythed down by the cheesewire leg of Genghini, who earned himself a booking.
But there were too many artists in residence for the match to totally degenerate. From the resulting free-kick, Giresse and Tigana triangulated majestically in their own area to play their way out of trouble, allowing Six and Rocheteau to stream upfield with extreme prejudice.
The pitch-length move ended with Platini, on the left-hand corner of the German box, whistling a forensic strike inches wide of the top-right corner.
All square at half-time, after 45 minutes in which beauty had smothered brutality. But there was an abrupt shift in tone after the restart. A mere 34 seconds of the second half had elapsed when Forster highkicked Rocheteau in the back, an absurd kung-fu assault which elicited a deliciously Gallic “Oh la la!” from the commentary team on French television. Yellow card.
On 50 minutes, Battiston came on for the injured Genghini. Within 60 seconds, he’d romped down the inside-left channel and sent a long-distance shot wide left of goal. He looked in the mood.
As did France, who were gaining the upper hand. In quick succession, they had three golden chances to take the lead. First Kaltz played a ludicrous blind square pass through the centre circle, allowing Tigana to romp downfield with the ball. He slipped Platini free down the middle, only for the flag to go up for offside.
Then Rocheteau had a goal harshly disallowed having won a fairly innocuous aerial battle with Forster. Finally Platini, carving out a chance for himself with a skitter down the left, shot high into the crowd from the edge of the area.
The French fans behind Schumacher’s goal took an age to return the ball. When it was finally dispatched back, the German keeper – his lid still clattering away under pressure from internal steam – shaped to throw the ball with force back into the Gallic throng, but aborted mid-fling and placed it down for a goal-kick instead.
Almost exactly one minute later, Platini’s gorgeous pass was bouncing towards his area with Battiston sure to meet it first. The French man guided a first-time shot past the outrushing Schumacher and inches wide of the right-hand post. Most eyes, including the referee and the lens of the main TV camera, followed the ball as it made its way into touch. One member of the French commentary team, however, had kept his gaze on Battiston.
“Ay ay ay!”
As Battiston lay motionless, surrounded by frantic team-mates, Schumacher calmly placed the ball on the left-hand corner of the six-yard box and nonchalantly chewed gum, waiting to take the goal kick.
He would have a four-minute wait. Battiston, minus three teeth, was loaded on to a stretcher and carried off the field, where he would be given oxygen before being taken to hospital. Platini held his fallen comrade’s limp hand as he was carted off. It should have been a penalty to France, and a red card for Schumacher, but there would be no punishment. The keeper restarted the game with the goal-kick.
OpprobriumCharles CorverDavid Lacey
Still, it was one of the great outrages in World Cup history – “The nearest linesman should not have missed it,” was Lacey’s caveat – and what’s worse, there would be no karmic payback. To the contrary.
France dominated the remainder of the half, but while Schumacher might have been the villain of the piece, he was no charlatan. He smothered Six’s shot, then denied Rocheteau, both from close range.
Young Amoros, who had only won his first cap five months earlier, cut inside from the left and rattled the bar in injury- time (“Ay ay ay ay ay!”) and while there was still time for Breitner and Fischer to force an heroic double save from Jean-Luc Ettori, there was no doubt who had been the better side as the referee blew for full-time.
Which was something France set about proving at the start of extra-time: within nine minutes they were 3-1 up, Marius Trésor spinning and roofing a spectacular volley, Giresse battering another in off the left-hand post from the edge of the area. France were surely through to their first World Cup final.
The French started pinging the ball around, the majority of the stadium responding with a series of olé!s. Justice is one thing; hubris quite another. Giresse was dispossessed with a crunching tackle, West Germany flooded upfield, Littbarski made room for himself down the left, and sent a cross to the near post which was flicked home adroitly by the substitute Rummenigge who, half-fit, had only come on to the pitch five minutes previously.
The tide had turned, and within three minutes of the start of the second period of extra-time, West Germany equalised with one of the most spectacular and exquisite finishes in World Cup history.
The astonishing Littbarski made good down the left and hoicked a cross to the far post for Horst Hrubesch, who headed back into the centre. Fischer, his back to goal, stuck out his right peg and guided a glorious overhead kick into the top right.
West Germany spent the remainder of the match coming at France, but couldn’t make the breakthrough. The resulting penalty shoot-out – the first in any World Cup – was only ever going to end one way: with Schumacher the hero. He made two fine saves, from Six and Bossis, to Ettori’s one from Stielike. West Germany were through to the final.
No redemption for the French, then, who had to make do with the knowledge the Germans went on to lose the final.
Ay ay ay.