For Once, the French Donât Surrender
Tel Aviv loses second Champions League match
On the beaches of Tel Aviv nowadays, you are as likely to catch fragments of a conversation in French as in Hebrew. Restaurants along the Mediterranean softly play Chevalier. Shopkeepers, never an overtly polite species, have mastered merci. With waves and waves of French Jews crashing on Tel Avivâs shores and flooding the town with much coveted foreign currency, the first Hebrew metropolis has become an extension of the Francophone empire.
The same, alas, is true for soccer. Playing Hapoel in Tel Aviv in the second round of the European Champions League last week, Franceâs Lyon treated the locals much as the French Jews on the beaches do: With a touch of bemusement, a note of compassion, and a benevolent disregard.
Hapoel took the pitch in fury, with Dedi Ben Dayan launching what looked like a mightily threatening kick and forcing Lyonâs charmant goalkeeper, Hugo Lloris, to display radical elasticity. Hapoelâs fans, however, would have done well to go home then and there: A few moments later, a needlessly aggressive Walid Badir fouled Lyonâs Jimmy Briand in the box, and the French championsâ Brazilian star, Michel Bastos, effortlessly drove the penalty kick home.
For the rest of the game, Lyonâs boys seemed as if they were merely ambling down the Champs Elysees, baguette tucked underarm, with no care in the world. They played that beautiful, relaxed kind of soccer one associates with France in its heyday (think Michel Platini in short shorts). Bastos scored again before the end of the first half, and the second was Lyonâs through and through. A penalty kick by Vincent Enyeama, Hapoelâs excellent Nigerian goalkeeper, gave the local fans a moment of joy, but Lyonâs Miralem Pjanic scored his teamâs third and crushed the hopes of Tel Avivâs Red Demons. Some bitter sports commentators in Tel Aviv suggested that the game was the perfect embodiment of Hapoelâs international career: Strong and fast for a few moments; then confused and defenseless; and, finally, dejected and defeated.
Hapoel plays next in the Champions League at home against FC Schalke, of Germany’s Bundesliga.
Earlier: Game 1: Tel Aviv 0, Lisbon 2
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