After so many years of commanding respect the nation should rejoice that its football is finally recognised as beautiful

It cannot surely be long before Angela Merkel is pictured placing a consolatory arm around David Cameron, after being overheard lecturing Vladimir Putin on the trouble with 4-4-2, and brochures extolling Germany will become popular in high-street travel agencies as the world wakes up to a much-underrated destination. Who needs Barcelona when you’ve got Bavaria?

In boardrooms around the globe, football club owners will be instructing their chief executives to “get me a German”. Across assorted time zones it is no longer enough for a goalkeeper to have “safe hands”. Thanks to Manuel Neuer the era of “sweeper-keepers”, boasting strong lines in fancy footwork, is upon us.

With the death of tiki-taka now rubber-stamped, aspiring football coaches will eschew study trips to Spain, instead flocking to a rather large patch of Europe stretching from the Baltic to the Alps.

Anxious to replicate what Miroslav Klose describes as his country’s “Super Blend” of aesthetics and über-efficiency, the Football Association will inevitably introduce a five-year plan designed to accelerate the implementation of German-ification throughout all areas of the English game. They might stop just short of equipping the computer screen-savers at St George’s Park and Wembley with images of Joachim Löw/Merkel/Thomas Müller/Sami Khedira super-imposed on Rio’s Christ the Redeemer statue.

As Löw – his somewhat patchy record in club management long since forgotten – is pursued by the Champions League glitterati, British politicians may begin wondering whether the startling synchronicity between the philosophies behind Germany’s economic and footballing revivals is entirely coincidental. Parallels are bound to be explored.

From Dresden to the Dutch border, Germans should swiftly come to terms with finally being recognised as being truly beautiful after all. After so many years of commanding respect, admiration – albeit sometimes grudging – and even fear, a football evolution that, in typically methodical manner, began in 2000 has culminated in a velvet revolution.

Although it is symbolised by a fourth World Cup trophy, and first since 1990, this international coup was essentially pulled off during that astonishing 7-1 semi-final demolition of Brazil. When Juninho declared that Germany were playing as his compatriots once did and watching them had made him “very happy”, it felt like an epiphany. Not to mention the vindication of an awful lot of meticulous hard work. In the space of 90 extraordinary minutes it seemed as if a nation’s reinvention had been all but completed.

In 2000, remember, Germany was the sick man of Europe. As the economy stalled, the national football side suffered elimination from the European Championship after failing to win a single match.

Fast forward 14 years and under Merkel’s chancellorship her country has regained economic powerhouse status; and, under first Jürgen Klinsmann’s tutelage and now his one-time sidekick’s, a fast, technical, ethnically diverse Germany team have reached at least the semi-final of every international tournament since 2006. During Brazil 2014, Merkel texted every Germany player a good-luck message and later sent congratulations. While some predicted their team would once again choke at the final hurdle, the chancellor had faith the “system” would be fully endorsed.

Just as the country’s rebranded, heavily yet subtly tweaked version of socially responsible capitalism (a bit more ruthless than before but still big on fair competition, long-term goals and employers maintaining the sort of paternalistic attitudes towards employees now scorned in many UK quarters) paid dividends so too has the Bundesliga’s similarly socially responsible football model.

Fans enjoy controlling influences at clubs, television revenues are distributed evenly and ticket prices pegged, while “mercenary” foreign owners are kept out. The conditions remain ripe for top-class development of indigenous youth which, facilitated by high-calibre coaching, takes place alongside academic education.

Germany has reaped the rewards of staffing the Bundesliga with more than double the number of homegrown players found in the Premier League. Not to mention producing around 10 times the English contingent of pro-licence qualified coaches.

So much for the macro picture but at micro level German glory will prompt individual prosperity. The Stanford University scientists behind the “CoolingGloves” CoreControl technology that Mesut Özil and company routinely donned at half-time in Brazil’s heat to reduce their internal body temperatures to optimal levels, should flourish. England may have decided against purchasing these cramp-preventing chill mitts but, if the 2022 World Cup takes place in Qatar, everyone will want a pair.

The German multinational software company SAP Data which, in a neat example of the synergy between the nation’s industry and its football, provided Löw with endless groundbreaking performance and sports-science statistics can also expect to boom.

Trying telling Merkel that politics and sport do not mix. Or that success does not breed success.