Father's Day

Soccer And Sabras

Special To The Jewish Week

I began playing soccer with my Israeli father when I was 5, just after the Yom Kippur War in 1973. Perhaps it was just coincidence, my physical coordination having then reached the point of being able to kick a ball the size of my torso around a patch of grass. But at some point I began to link my father's insistence on his son's physical self-sufficiency with his existential dread of what might happen to Israel.

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