At one point, Hans-Georg “Katsche” Schwarzenbeck can be seen for a moment, like him Franz Beckenbauer keeps your back free. The red Bayern jersey clings to his mighty chest, Katsche is sweating, his thinning hair hangs over his face. Beckenbauer is the libero, Schwarzenbeck is the front stopper, his plowman. When the Kaiser passed through the opposing defense, Katsche watched at the back and tackled everything away. “I’m happy to have fallen into an era with Franz,” said Schwarzenbeck when her time on the pitch was over. He was right.