We went to Ashdod, a strange feeling that we got the right to enter the stadium and support our team, nevertheless a collection of criminals who dare to wear football clothes and God forbid to cheer for their team.
I even brought my nephew to the game, an innocent little boy who still doesn't understand where I put him, I'm sure that in the future he will curse me for it quite a bit.
But I had to bring it to the never-ending YA stadium. In an inexplicable way I just love this stadium, they don't make these anymore. I don't know what makes me fall in love so much, if it's the buildings around you can see the neighbors sitting on the window sill and seeing the The game while they snack on pillows with milk feels like the best place in the stadium. Maybe it's the technologically advanced kiosk that allows you to pay by bit at the buffet or the dressing rooms that feel like a room full of bunk beds without mattresses in an abandoned military outpost.
I can't explain why I love this stadium so much, but apparently like me there are many other Hapoel fans who really love the stadium because otherwise I can't understand why so many fans came to see this football team.
If you can call her that.
Not only the fans are frustrated, photo: Liron Moldovan
In my opinion Drapich is not a football coach, he is a scientist.
Constantly doing experiments, trying formations, trying vehicles, trying exchanges.
I have to admit, Hapoel didn't look bad at first, not even good, but it's far beyond what we're used to.
Drapich decided that the game would not end in a draw, either we would win or we would lose, more puzzling exchanges than people who voted for Hadar Mokhtar in the elections gave Ashdod the entire area to go on offensive attacks and try to sting.
And here in the 90th minute we got a goal, the lineman was already running and waving the flag as if it were Independence Day and for a moment there was already a sigh of relief in the stands, and you start lying to yourself that after all Ashdod is playing a very difficult game away and a draw in our situation is legitimate.
But then came this cursed moment, the judge puts his hand on the headset and here begins the longest minute in the world, feeling like a man sentenced to death and sitting on the chair just waiting for them to press the button.
Everyone on WhatsApp is trying to find out with their friends at home and mentally prepare for what is going to come.
Boom the referee whistles and points to the middle, I still haven't stopped recovering from the shock and the game is over.
On the way to the car I had to try to calm my cute nephew who was sobbing, but it's okay, from a young age he should understand what it means to love Lahud Hapoel.
Hope he gets to see more beautiful moments of our team.
Come on hapoel.
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