The “Sudanese Crescents” remember the heart of their team’s defense, the bridges “Fawzi Al-Mardi”, as all the competitors’ attacks kept crashing at his feet, so they called him “Fawzi Al-Assad”. Nothing crosses his line. The only attack that crossed him and faltered in spoiling it was that crazy bullet that pierced the heart of his lonely doctor, Alaa. The missile came this time – unlike usual – from friendly fire that erupted not from the green rectangle, but from a bloody, savage rectangle, from the mouth. The gun of “enemy brothers” turned the day in Sudan into a dark night, and its people scattered in every valley, between refugees and homeless people, and those searching for a displaced person.
And on the valor of Fawzi Al-Assad, the star of Al-Hilal, the travel of Sudanese football in the days of its fading glory is narrated, standing as an impregnable dam as the last line of defense for the team in front of the mightiest attackers, Tariq Diab and Mahmoud Al-Khatib, and stadium pioneers in the early eighties of the last century mention the confrontation of the Sudanese and Egyptian teams in one of the African Cup matches «and the match The special »that brought together Bebo and Fawzi, so the first one came out with a fracture as a result of a bilateral fusion, when fanatics tried to turn what happened into a deliberate act. Captain Al-Khatib came out clearing the court of his kind opponent with a big heart, who underwent more than once open surgery, he recovered from it and then stopped. The pulse of the heart is sorrowful and sad, days after the death of his daughter, the doctor, by the bullets of the disparate brothers.
There is hope radiating from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, that the absurd war will stop – as the combatants describe it – will the parties respond to the call of wisdom and the realization of the voice of reason in the negotiations hosted these days by the Red Sea bride?
The Sudanese are no longer in need of more blood than more tears.. Sadness does not choose between the lion of Hosour and the dove of peace.. between a tender father waiting for the arrival of his young and a frightened mother protecting her children from an intrusive stray that penetrates the window to hit the heart. Simply sad, people in the deadly war Sudan do not choose to be called crying in dictionaries.
