God! You hugged me!
The sound of the horn comes from the street. The sound of people’s joy. Something that seems to be strange to our ears, are we laughing? Us and happiness? Virtual networks are full of frequent “congratulations”. We won the first game of the World Cup. with a spontaneous flower.
Our throats scratched, after that goal in the 94th minute, which Iranian didn’t scream? Which Iranian did not clench his fists? Which Iranian did not forget the high price of dollars and coins and the confusion of the market?
Morocco was better than us, they deserved to score a goal, which they scored, of course, leading to their own goal! This is the deadliest moment for any player. To embarrass the people of your country. That is when you came on the field as a substitute player and broke the hearts of your people in the last minute. Damn football that is so beautiful, damn football that is so bitter
Iran is full of happiness. This victory is enjoyable even with a not so brilliant performance. Let’s enjoy the victory, how many times do we find an excuse to be happy in this land? How often do we hear good news? How many times do we congratulate each other in a non-stereotypical way?
Statistics of possession of the ball and healthy passes and the rhythm of the game. Let’s leave it for the analyzers. This victory was recorded in the history of the World Cup. That too on days when we are not feeling well. In the days when we loved it so much that many of us stuck to our players. We growled at them rudely. We grumbled.
We made cruel jokes for Rouzbeh Cheshmi and Alireza Biranvand, we told our players to go and tell their opponents that we are mourning and play more loosely, how much we stole the confidence of our players from their legs. Excuse us guys!
Adel Ferdosipour Bazi used the word “Jonam” five times. A word that belongs to the street. We “ordinary” people, not reporters, have swallowed a cane. My life is Omid Ebrahimi, my life is Alireza Biranvand, my life is Ki Rosh, my life is Iran, my life is football!
We owe it to football that we forget our sufferings for a few minutes, we deeply rejoice and we become kinder to each other.
We owe it to our young players. The sons of Iran and the Earth, who instead of reciting Ayah Yas and “can’t and can’t”, fought with all their might even when the opponent was better and stronger. They didn’t fear, they didn’t make excuses, they didn’t wait for the judge’s mercy, they fought with all their cells.
@chehel_salegi
When the camera showed the red stocks of the Moroccan player on the side of Omid Ebrahimi, the wonderful player of Iran, it was like a dagger that split the side of all of us. Pahlavi Sohrab Shahnameh! This was the most complete image of all of us; Wounded, sweating, fighting to the death but not giving up and still hoping.
We need this hope. Even if we hit a hard wall in the next games. These minutes and until the next game, we are the king of the land.
Everything is not over yet. It is as if we have started a dream. A fantasy with a football flavor. To rise from the group of death. It is a very difficult task. Spain and Portugal are more cruel than Morocco, but we are also Iran. People who surprise even ourselves in difficult moments!
God! Today you hugged us, we are happy here, this is the safest hug in the world, we don’t know such kind hugs anywhere else. Not on the banners that exclude a part of the society, nor among those who are sick of people’s happiness! Long live Iran!
Ehsan Mohammadi
@chehel_salegi
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