The headlines are screaming, the talkbacks are stormy, the media is abuzz; the derby has exploded. Oh, what we had.
What did we ask for? A little soccer, nothing more. To wave the yellow or red flag proudly, to experience a purifying ecstasy when the ball goes into the right goal, to love and admire the thick-shinned heroes of glory that we have chosen for ourselves for some unclear reason, and to curse the referee wholeheartedly.
What's so complicated? And now what? Our country is gone. There's no football, the derby is over.
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Don't get me wrong, I'm in favor of sports.
As we know, sports are good for health, for relieving stress, and for earning a decent living for a few hundred Jews, and at least twice as many nice and harmless foreign mercenaries.
But when sports suddenly become a worldview with great depth, layers, reasoning, a raft of interpretations and a reason for "national pride," when soccer is the new religion, there is no reason to prevent the devout believer from trying to do what ISIS did and behead the infidel from the opposing team.
Or at the very least, to break into the depths of the field with dedication and kick it, so that all the people may see and know that the doer is God.
That's how it is.
When the ball and the foot become one, there isn't much room left for the mind.
