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Guy Levy

My career as a player and as a coach was accompanied by many cases where I was wrong, and many events that in retrospect were wrong.

In recent years, I found it appropriate to meet people from the past and beat the sins of the ego, which led my way for years.

Over time I also found the perspective to look at my path, and understand the lack of coordination between my desire to stand up for myself and the use I made of my personal relationships.

Everything is done to clear the way for myself to success.

It was not for nothing that I received criticism for this, which hurt me and led to the creation of a stigma, which I indeed deserved, because there are many cases in which I escaped by the skin of my teeth and with the help of my close associates from improper conduct.

When you're young you want to move forward and reach the top of the mountain, the pinnacle of success, and for that I did everything possible and without considering the relationship to the other.

From this place I came to the decision to stop and leave football for a few years.

I needed to reorganize myself.

You can take as an example that evening, a few years ago, when I participated in the Shabbat recap program on the Sports Channel.

In a publicist song, I claimed that my dismissal from Po'al RG was based on nepotism. The segment "My father has a ladder" was indeed taken from a reality that happened, but it also hurt people along the way. The fact that today this segment is treated as a "cult" does not prevent me from regretting it very much, After all, there is no justification for saying something against the other person and whitewashing his face, even if it is true. I regret that I did not know how to contain the pain of the dismissal within myself and imposed it on someone else. Even if I was right and if I was wronged, there was no justification for it.

In recent years I have been going my own way and getting rid of all the habits of the past.

It is difficult.

Out of a deep and unyielding introspection I will continue to do so even in the present tense.

The universe is accurate and I find myself, more than once, facing phenomena similar to those I experienced, again as a commentator on the football field.

From the mistakes I made and from the path I chose, I feel I have an obligation to pass the message on.

In fact, I feel the need to come and tell and interpret from broken worlds that I experienced and my mistakes.

That's why I will always come with a message that will strengthen the path, not the result.

Because if the end justifies the means, then we have done nothing and year after year we will have to face ourselves and others, in embarrassment, and ask for forgiveness.

Gavri Levy, photo: Yehoshua Yosef

Waiting for confession

Rotem Rozensky

Yom Kippur is upon us, and this is the time for a real reckoning.

To look inside ourselves and ask for true forgiveness, the kind that will free us from the torment that sits on the heart.

In my case I'm still waiting for the apology in question, or I'll just wait for someone to confess already and tell me - who the hell slashed the four tires on my shiny Golf somewhere in 2010?

I've been in the world of sports for 14 years, but I still haven't forgotten this event.

I was at the beginning of my journey, a young reporter trying to get the next scoop under my boss at the time, Ofira Assig, and the section that was her baby, "Glitches".

I called some Bnei Yehuda players to get a response to the new pizzeria they opened.

One of them, whose name I will not mention, did not like the fact that I would list his name as an active partner, to say the least.

He warned me: "It wouldn't be nice if something happened to me. I don't talk much, I don't like people knowing what I do and I don't like communication."

In my innocence I did not address the hidden threat (you are a young reporter, I already said), and I sent the article in question out into the world.

24 hours later I woke up to a new morning.

I got organized, left the house - and to my dismay I discovered that all the wheels were punctured.

After I ordered a tow truck and came out with heavy damage, I started replaying that conversation in my head, and said to myself - welcome to the world of football.

Needless to say, Ofira apologized to me on a real day off for my sadness, and said that only cowards cut tires.

Since then I have made contacts in the orange club and received hints from good messengers, but confession and apology - not yet.

So to the big tire cutter and his friends who keep the secret - don't you feel like asking me for forgiveness already and clearing your conscience?

Know that after an opening like yours, you prepared me excellently for the world of football.

It's been 12 years - I'm smarter at writing, and you're still an active player.

I promise to forgive you if you reveal to me who the working people were.

And by the way, my next vehicle - only four by four.

Bnei Yehuda fans, photo: Danny Maron

Forgiveness will come, someday

Adi Rubinstein

My story with the judoka Uri Sasson started in the most positive way possible.

He was after the medal in Rio, we were sitting in a cafe with the chairman of the union, Moshe Ponti, and the atmosphere was relaxed. Ponti did not hide his concern that his athlete, like most Israeli athletes, would lose his head after a medal. And Ponti, once an athlete and coach, knew about what is he talking

No matter how hard Uri Sassoon tried, it was clear that this was not it.

I congratulated him for taking a medal at the Kikioni tournament in Israel, we bet that he might be able to improve in the future.

But then the corona virus arrived, and the sports world entered into uncertainty.

Sasson went to participate in "The Singer in the Mask".

Reality covers athletes.

I wrote an article about him in this section with the title "And we have falafel", because he sings in the entertaining show disguised as a dish of falafel.

Sassoon was offended, and Israeli judo was offended as well.

One night Sasson sent me a long WhatsApp message.

He was hurt and attacked back without hesitation.

I did not answer.

What should be answered?

This is his career, and he knows better than anyone that it's not that.

In my heart I actually prayed that he would silence me at the Olympic Games in Tokyo.

At the Olympic Games in Tokyo, the judo team managed to get a team medal.

Sassoon delivered another poor performance, but waved back in the team medal.

I was happy for him that just before the end, he could say that he finished his career with two Olympic medals.

Time passed, and Uri Sasson began to be photographed for another reality show called "Connected", in which the lives of celebrities are documented.

In the plot, it was determined that Shashon would retire in May 2022. I discovered this information in March, and hurried to publish it.

It's not enough that I have trouble with him, I thought to myself, now I'm also excreting him.

The news got out, everyone went wild, but what to do?

We got used to it.

A few weeks later, while crossing Ibn Gvirol Street, I noticed a large body leaning against the window of a car parked in Bar Mazor.

The huge body opens its mouth and speaks towards me.

The sun on my face and the conversation I was having didn't allow me to recognize who it was.

I got closer - it was Uri Sasson.

He clapped his hands dismissively at me, and added something like "Well done."

The people on the street were amused by the situation, and it took me a moment to understand what was happening.

Uri Sasson, photo: Alan Shiver

Sassoon did retire in May.

As is the way of young athletes, he is probably still angry, but this too shall pass.

The reality show will be on the air, he will again have a few minutes of fame and will probably feel sorry for that journalist, who is busy writing about others instead of doing something with himself.

Of course nothing is personal, and for us we are already busy with the World Judo Championship, which starts after Yom Kippur.

Given the sad state of the men's team, we will all miss the nice guy from the falafel, Uri Sasson.

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