I must confess: I didn't see the most important moment of the last season, nor the game itself. I saw many other moments and many other games. I'm fine with that, since I believe this was a truly forgettable season.
In historical perspective this might be the beginning of an era dominated by Maccabi Goldhar, in a manner that Maccabi Tel Aviv dominates basketball. It's too early to say, but as far as pure soccer, there was nothing truly exciting or significant about this season.
Therefore, my outstanding moment has everything but soccer. This was the moment that Zaur Sadayev scored his first goal for Beitar Jerusalem, leading some of Beitar's fans – unfortunately, not that few – to boo and leave the stadium angrily. It was a truly weird moment that distilled and intensified a phenomenon that goes way beyond soccer. After all, soccer, like money, sex or politics, is always so much more than itself. At best and at worst, it always refers to many other events and beliefs.
Sadayev's goal was a reminder of the abomination of religious-nationalist racism espoused by the people who suffered from racism, religion and nationalism more than any other. By the way, until Sadayev and his Chechnen comrade arrived at Beitar, the team was having a spectacular season. Beitar's downfall ever since might be a form of poetic justice, but it cannot comfort or eradicate the bad taste of it all.
When I peeped at my computer that night, I saw that my wife, as usual, succeeded in capturing the moment with an apt Facebook post: "Sadayev, I want to have your child!" At first I froze. It wasn't her sexual liberalism that got me, but rather the fact that we agreed to limit childbirth due to our financial situation. I quickly understood that in such a case, child support would be an issue. The thought that my family budget might be boosted by the purse of the La Familia scum suddenly seemed too sweet to be true. I gave the post a "like," and went to bed.