To write about Amatzia Lewkowicz is mostly not knowing where to start.
In mythological terms, the human being is a combination of Neil Armstrong and John La Cara of Israeli football, and in general.
A kind of pioneer and frontier, one who came first to places his predecessors did not win.
And not only did he reach those places, he did his best to represent the Israeli national team or Hapoel Tel Aviv, and again, not only to arrive - but also to make a mark and win.
And when he finished dribbling and went to coach, he turned mountains into a plain, won the state cup with Hapoel Jerusalem and brought a crown to Maccabi Haifa.
He also made Hapoel B'Shlosha a champion, twice, with only Be'er Shevaim, one from Dimona, the same Polbernis the policeman, and a kibbutznik from Givat Brenner - the goalkeeper Roni Moskowitz, Avigdor's brother.
Nearly 30 years separated Amatzia from me, but we were really good friends.
First of all because I love older people, and mostly because of the stories, humor and common sense that brought him to all the tops.
Under the auspices of his position at the institution, Levkovich worked in the photography laboratory and revealed to the media the photos that were allowed to be published, of the capture of Adolf Eichmann.
Even the phenomenal Eran Zehavi can not wave such a story.
Under the auspices of various and strange passports, he even coached the Sierra Leone team, this time with a German passport, and traveled to play with it in Algeria.
Amatzia really liked the Africans, and when we mocked them and underestimated them, he replied as only he could answer: "We think they have not yet come down from the trees, but the problem is that we have not yet climbed them."
When he coached Be'er Sheva in the seventies, he managed with impressive success the fights between the Miro Barad camp, Shalom Avitan, Lilo Ofer and Rafi Eliyahu.
He explained the secret of his success there: "Before I came to Wassermill, I just took a criminology course at Bar-Ilan."
He always talked about that period with sparkling eyes and told how every time he traveled south at night with guests, the city suddenly popped up in the dark like Pata Morgana.
Lewkowicz.
Was always in the right place,
He was here, there and everywhere.
In the great victory in Belgrade in 1960, and four years earlier in Moscow, in a quintet we snatched from the USSR, and a visit to Stalin and Lenin's mausoleum.
One day, while still living in Ramat Hasharon, I came to his home to interview him. , Because Amatzia, beyond being a footballer and a family man, loved music and classical music, even before they loved football and English football here.
In the middle of the interview he asked if I wanted to jump for a moment to his neighbor, with whom he shared a wall.
"Who's the neighbor?"
I asked.
"Improve," he replied.
Emanuel Sheffer was one of the only people Amatzia spoke of in terms of "my teacher and rabbi."
He was his assistant at the 1970 World Cup in Mexico, and together they went all the way.
If there are falls in Israeli football, Amatzia will always be in the front row, upright and prominent, in shirt number 5. He has always excelled in a position that is always lacking in Israeli football.
He was a pioneer in the method of attacking defenders, when he made Uri Binyamin and Yaakov Cohen such.
Cohen probably owed him his career at Brighton.
In our meetings, even when he was at his best, he was hurt like many of the older generation, who no longer needed his golden advice.
There is something to complain about, but no one to, lament with a smile.
Although Sheffer left long ago, he will remain his eternal neighbor, and I, who was born on November 3, have always gained a new neighbor, who left us on November 4.
Amatzia was a strong number.