Evening all, and welcome to FC Koln v RB Leipzig!

Werner goes down the right and wins a corner off Czhichos, the ball going short and eventually out to Angelino. His cross is a good one too, but Shick takes it away from Werner, who was in a better position, and heads over the bar. Perhaps the noise of the crowd meant he didn't hear the call.

This made me laugh, I can't lie.

Cordoba departs to be replaced by Modeste. He was good when coming off the bench against Dusseldorf, but this is a very different thing and Cordoba was on one.

Katterbach shoves Mukiele over, but the ref doesn't mind.

That goal has lifted RB, who are charging about now; FC need to hang in there, because they're about to endure some pressure.

Cordoba is back off.

Cordoba is back on.

GOAL! FC Koln 1-1 RB Leipzig (Shick) Excuse me while I interrupt myself! Leistner gives it away cheaply and Upamecano steps into the play, moving the ball left to Angelino. He takes a touch, has a look, and swings a cross over the Shick on the other side of the box and teaching Czichos a lesson, all over him while planting an expert's header across Horn.

Talking of injuries, it has today become apparent that Yousef Poulsen won't play again this season, which is not good news for Leipzig.

This doesn't look good. Cordoba might run it off, but currently he's properly limping, so leaves the pitch.

Cordoba hurts his ankle so takes some treatment.

Update: Nagelsmann's trousers look too short, and his Nike Air Dunks (I think) do not compensate.

Better from RB, a few quick passes giving Sabitzer the opportunity to shoot from outside the box. He drags wide.

The goal came out of nothing but FC have been good since getting it.

Sabitzer darts a ball into Werner, but Czichos reads it and nips in ahead of him.

Jakobs wriggles space down the right and crosses low then, when the ball's cleared, Skhiri sends one in for Cordoba, who really fancies it tonight. He can't quite turn nothing into something, but he looks a proper handful out there.

Katterbach sends a searching cross into the box, seeking Cordoba, but Klostermann heads clear.

Someone's had a Liebfraumilch!

Glorious.