Pep Guardiola’s manic direction stirs the beast within Bayern Munich

In the best European display from a Guardiola team since the 2011 Champions League final, Bayern dismantled a wretched Porto side with a performance reminiscent of Jupp Heynckes’ champions of 2013 to assert their title credentials 
• Robert Lewandowski inspires Bayern Munich’s rout of Porto 
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If Pep Guardiola looked unusually hungry on the touchline at the Allianz Arena on Tuesday night, this was perhaps for more than just the usual reasons. Famously, Guardiola does not eat at all on match days, instead fizzing with empty adrenaline right through to the wee hours when he might finally force down a few small cubes of cheese. This, though, was something else. Guardiola looked frazzled, manic, even a little scary during Bayern Munich’s 6-1 defeat of a wretched Porto, offering to the world an unusually intimate glimpse of his own desire, intensity and underpants.

With good reason too. For all the resources at his disposal Bayern’s manager was under pressure. If not from the club hierarchy, then from his own self-flagellating perfectionism, and the sense of his time in Munich reaching an early fork in the road. Guardiola is unashamedly open with his tortured purist schtick. During his break in New York he mixed with eggheads and rainmakers of all shades: at one dinner with Ferran Adrià, founder of El Bulli restaurant, the genius gastronome told Bayern’s manager in waiting: “Pep, you’re more than a coach, you’re a great innovator.” And yet here the great innovator was in danger of being turned over by a team soldered together from a job lot of capable South Americans.

The significance of the moment was clear, and Bayern and their manager rose to it. “GOALGASM! Pep so excited he bursts his trousers,” was the Bild headline the next day as under his manic direction the German champions produced the best display in Europe from a Guardiola team since the 2011 Champions League final. Certainly, this was the kind of performance Pep-to-Bayern had always promised, at a moment when it really mattered. Best of all, the most significant part was not the scoreline but the style in which it was achieved.

Bayern took the field against Porto almost exactly two years to the day since Jupp Heynckes’ champions-in-waiting had thrashed Barcelona 4-0 in the same stadium playing high-speed, hard-running football across the full width of the pitch. Against Porto Pep’s Bayern produced something similar, a performance notable as much for its urgency – even the ball boys had been told to hurl the ball back in a hurry – as its command of possession and intricate attacking angles.

The question of balance and refinement has hung over this marriage of uber-manager and uber-club since Guardiola’s appointment two summers ago. Here the players found the perfect destructive marriage of style and tempo in that golden first half. It seems safe to assume that, in Bavaria at least, the celebratory cheese never tasted so good.

It would be wrong to go overboard. Porto were miserable in Munich, a fearful shadow of the hard-pressing force of the first leg. There is a very basic gulf in resources between these two domestic heavyweights. Bayern had five current world champions in the team on Tuesday. Porto, meanwhile, signed six odd-job Spaniards last summer for roughly what the sale of Eliaquim Mangala brought in, a piece of business that should probably be enshrined at the London School of Economics as a definition of canny dealing.

Bayern have produced sublime football under Guardiola before. Last February they won six games in a row with an aggregate score of 22-0 (their next two results were a 5-1 and a 6-1), and reeled off a 5-1, a 5-2 and a 4-1, either side of being steamrollered out of the Champions League by Real Madrid.

And yet this was still a performance to celebrate. For a start Bayern were 3-1 down from the first leg, knowing that a quarter-final exit here would have qualified as a defining disaster of the early Pep years. If this sounds overblown then elite-level modern football is overblown, dominated by its mega-club oligarchy for whom these are the minimum standards.

On a more micro level there had been something alarmingly familiar about Bayern’s defeat at the Estádio do Dragão. Porto’s well-targeted, high-energy pressing was simply too much for an error-prone defence, reminiscent for slightly different reasons of the way Madrid had overpowered and out-run Guardiola’s team last season. Guardiola had something to fix here, an opposition tactic to rebuff. No wonder he looked a little wide-eyed, hopping about like a carved wooden woodpecker while his team preyed instead on Porto’s own weakness on the flanks, pressing high up the pitch, and basically running through or around an opponent that had bullied them the week before.

It is here that the rout of Porto qualifies as a Jupp-flavoured Pep-era performance. Even without his injured stars – Arjen Robben, Franck Ribéry and David Alaba – Guardiola was able to field six members of the champion team of 2013. And even without that same absent strength in wide areas there was a stylistic familiarity as Bayern switched the play across the pitch with quick accurate passes, ganged up on the flanks and ran relentlessly. In Robben’s absence Thiago Alcântara was supremely composed and waspish going forward, and in Robert Lewandowski the lord of the false nines had a genuine centre-forward and superbly mobile focal point for Bayern’s attacks.

What happens from here will be fascinating. Guardiola will win the Bundesliga once again, but then right now you could place a hatstand in front of the home dugout and it would ease home magisterially with a month of the league to spare. At this level the only really significant challenge, as Guardiola knows, is to win in Europe.

Never mind the result against Porto, who frankly collapsed at 2-0 down. The manner of Tuesday’s victory was a significant indication not only that Bayern have a very strong chance of making the Champions League final but that should they do so their opponents – and it is hard not to hanker for the Total Pep of Barça v Bayern – will face a team that looked at ease with itself in Munich.

For all the touchline theatre this was simple stuff: Pep-style ball players in key positions and a shared drive to keep possession, overload in wide areas and play without fear. With marks for style as much as content they will take some stopping from here.