Information newspaper wrote in a note:
It is the year 1366. Asian Nations Cup preliminary football games. Kathmandu is the capital of the poor country of Nepal. The Iranian football team is playing with the host team. In the second half, while the Iranian players have won the game from the opponent so far, Morteza Kermani Moghadam, the star striker player of the national team, shines on the field and the benchers cheer him for his outstanding performance.
Suddenly, the late Parviz Dehdari, the technical director of the national team, tells Reza Watankhah, the head coach of the team, to pull Morteza off the field! A patriot says Parviz Khan to Dehdari! We have made all three substitutions. We can’t change anymore. Morteza has also appeared wonderfully. But Parviz Khan says, I know we can’t substitute, I said take him off the field. We play ten people!
Morteza leaves the field in the midst of his own astonishment and the disbelief of the opposing players and spectators without anyone being able to replace him.
After the game, Watankhah Morteza Kermani calls for Moghadam and says that Parviz Khan has something to do with you. Go to his room. Parviz Dehdari starts talking to him slowly. He compliments him and his ability in football and encourages and admires him. After these definitions, Morteza is more surprised. He asks him: I am very sorry, Parviz Khan. If this is what you say, then why did you pull me out in the middle of the game? I didn’t even have a yellow card…
Dehdari takes a deep look at Morteza. Morteza feels that Parviz Khan’s gaze passed by him and extended to far away, beyond the wall of the room…
Parviz Khan takes a deep breath and says: You dribbled that opponent player one and two times and then passed the ball between his legs and caught the ball again and waited for him to struggle again and dribble him again? You didn’t think that that player, like you, is a national team player of a land. A nation is waiting to see his brilliance and merit. After all, he’s got a father, he’s got a mother, probably he’s got a wife, he’s got kids, he’s got relatives, they’re watching the game, they’re waiting to see what their child, their spouse or their father does against the opponent. You humiliated him in front of his family, his children, his friends and his nation.
Morteza Jan! We are human beings before we are footballers. Who gave us the right to belittle, humiliate, and embarrass another person? That too in front of millions of pairs of eyes…? So what happens to humanity? What about ethics? What happens to chivalry? What will happen to you?
Parviz Khan was speaking and Morteza was shedding tears.
He wrote
How was this generation? A generation that did not have a headquarters for offering prayers, nor a headquarters for commanding good deeds, nor verses, hadiths, and narrations on the doors and walls of its cities. Not Friday prayers, not every day on his radio and television, there was news about the morals of religion and the lessons of humanity. That generation of cinema had Persian films. There was a sweatshop on the street, but he was free to go or not. This generation brought destruction from the days of the Iraqi army. Only with this freedom and this way of thinking can you learn how to deal with subordinates. The past generation was truly moral and free, far from hypocrisy and hypocrisy, and the stretch of Puria Vali and Takhti road on a green path extends to Nepal.
Ethics and chivalry cannot be spread in the society by directives and orders
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