Mutla Spiegler retired from the Israeli national team in 1977 - the year of the upheaval, which shows that a change at the summit of the Israeli Mount Hermon is closer than ever, and I estimate that it will happen tonight at Turner.
Prepare the handkerchiefs.
It is good that such events take place in Israeli football.
Standing water smells bad, and Eran Zehavi, although already 34 years old, will receive the flag for the shift from Motla, who left the arena at 33. Hopefully Zahavi will not have to wait, like Motela, 34 years for an heir to take his place, otherwise we will know we are stuck Back - in Mexico 1970.
The kingdom of Mount Hermon describes well the feeling of Spiegler and Zahavi.
It's cold at the top, and you're mostly alone.
For years Spiegler had his beloved and eternal partner, Giora Spiegel.
He was next to him in his two most important goals in the history of the team - in Australia in 1969, in the goal that brought us to Mexico, and in Toluca itself, in the 55th minute, which equalized against Sweden.
When Motla was 12 years old, he was sitting in the living room of his parents' house in Netanya, in the Gan Rivka neighborhood, and heard on the radio Nehemiah Ben Avraham broadcasting the Israeli team against the USSR from Moscow. Will go with a hand raised up.He did it.
Motleh joined the team at the age of 19, when Zehavi, at the same age, was loaned to Hapoel Ramat Hasharon.
No future, no hope, no dream.
But we did not know that soon he would shoot himself, himself, from the muzzle of a cannon, and become the strangest and most grandiose football story ever here.
Zahavi is in a kind of war against the clock.
Like after 100 years of loneliness he has hatched into a late world, and all he wants now is to make ends meet, to achieve, and not suddenly run out of road and meet a wall.
I have already written that if Motla enters the canon of Israeli football thanks to his one-time (perhaps two-time) ability to be in the right place and at the right time to be engraved in history, Zehavi is born into another era, much less forgiving, but one that compensates you financially and can make you rich. On an inconceivable scale in Israeli terms, certainly in terms of Zehavi and his opening terms.
Muller and Ronaldo
Motella, from the stories, reminds me of Thomas Müller, the man of Germany for special missions, and Zahavi is Cristiano Ronaldo, unstoppable with unending hunger, and so lonely in this kind of Israeli footballer model.
Both eventually grew out of scarcity.
One mother was a barber, a single parent and a missing father, and a second mother would sew and teach her son to thread a needle in the needle monkey, and from there the boy would take it as far as he could and sew exiles.
Intentionally I do not intend to fall into this abyss and determine who is greater.
It is unnecessary and not measurable.
They played at different times, at different rhythms.
But both represent the Israeli team, a sad team that tasted the forbidden fruit once, courtesy of Spiegler, and causes Zahavi to stand at the top alone, and perhaps, which is not typical of him - without an answer.
