(Photo of the photo at the top of the article: Danny Maron, Alan Shiber and Berni Ardov)
Many good ones have settled in the last 13 years on the back of the southern savage and been blown away by it, each in turn. Regardless of the hoisting of trophies and championship plates, the path of Hapoel Beer Sheva coaches usually ends in heartbreak.
In the season of mimicry and mime, offensive games play offensively. It starts with sour faces from the top of the VIP stand, continues with a disconnect between the owner and the trainer and ends with a tip to the gut. A press release heralds a dignified farewell, by mutual consent in preparation for best wishes. Or in other words – peace, peace and do not come to me in a dream.
Alinib and Melixon, “The Drapich and Barda of BS,” have good feet and common sense. They both urge every wandering microphone to treat them as system people, not as coaches, because they are immature, and they have much more to learn. Mali “know that the job of a helper ensures a good night’s sleep. It is much more convenient to draw attack charts under the hood and hide behind a multi-layered binder on a cold winter day. When doing shame in Sakhnin, the knives will be pulled away from your neck.
Breda aiming for the position of professional manager, on the lines he rose as if the demon had frozen. Yossi Aboksis did not consult with him before fleeing in the skin of his teeth from the Negev, and in the depths of the tip glass in the Red House did not leave even a Syrian olive fucked. Without prior preparation, and with a note from the doctor, they threw “10 Red Hearts” into the campaign. On Saturday, against the injured and bleeding Hapoel Haifa from the street fights in the derby, Aliniv has a great chance to break free from the burden with a debut victory as a coach. Melixon has already done so against Kfar Saba and was quick to announce that he is retiring at the peak. In the event of a Beer Sheva loss to Sami Ofer, Sharon Mimar should be prepared.
In his first game as a reluctant coach, Breda thrilled us. Beer Sheva was vibrant and looked good, until it succumbed to a big goal by Tal Ben Haim and raised its hands. The photographs that documented Alona on the balcony, tapping on some metallic item (smartphone?) Ignited the imagination. We will never know if someone downstairs has been instructed from above to abandon the three-brake method and move on to the diamond method.
Last Tuesday, the trophy holder received from Rosh Ashdod. This time we saw a team that is off and without energy, the complete opposite of the happy football that the landlady envisions. In football the transition from designer to joy passes through the wallet, and to the credit of the Emeralds it will be said that they understood the magnitude of the hour. The addition of Hatem ‘Abd al-Hamid and Sagiv Yehezkel should make the next coach happy.
In the meantime, happy at the port. The Queen of the South moved into an apartment. She lives and kicks in Ashdod. The dolphin on the club emblem may finally raise its fins. On his way to the interviewing position at Turner, Ran Ben Shimon could have toyed with the idea of a future sitting on a bench of a big club, alongside Barda and Melikson. In these magical moments, when the adrenaline is bubbling in the arteries, one forgets that the moments of glory fade like foam on the water.
Ren enjoys being with Jackie Ben Zaken. Ashdod lights up his face. Medium-sized club, family atmosphere. Walking on the beach and cycling have shaped Rabash’s body. There is no sea in Be’er Sheva, but after two consecutive losses, the coach is in danger of disappearing in the quicksand.
