During the 2026 FIFA World Cup, remember: Jewish players need serious rabbinical advice - opinion

Let’s be honest. Everyone knows the Jews run the world. We dominate the White House, control the financial world, and nearly win all the Nobel Prizes. Our country is bigger than China, and we occupy more foreign territory than any other country in the world.

So, I went to Beitar Jerusalem’s locker rooms and put my ear to the wall. Then I traveled to the Hapoel Tel Aviv team, once more pressing my ear to listen. Finally, with that same ear, I walked into the rooms of Maccabi Haifa and listened again. My conclusion – there is only one way to fix this:

Jewish football players need serious rabbinical advice.

As everyone knows, I am Dutch, and was a close friend of the most famous Dutch football player ever, Johan Cruyff. This grants me the moral obligation to give Israeli football players such as Yossi Benayoun and Mordechai Spiegler a few tips. That they shall know and learn!

First of all, soccer is a romance between the player and the ball. The real Jewish soccer player must fall in love with the ball and sense where the leather wants to go. He needs to understand its difficulties and needs, and comprehend its relationship with other balls.

One doesn’t just run after a ball. One identifies with it and gets into its kishkes (guts). One caresses and kisses the ball ad infinitum.

And then this: The player must not wish to toot his own horn. He must be preoccupied with only one thought: I am nothing, the ball is everything. I must cede my personality to it. I have to be the ball. Once that happens, the goal is suspended in the air, ready to be plucked.

Let me tell you something of my own experience with Cruyff.

When we played on the Dutch team called Ajax, there was one thing we both knew: you have to let the ball do the work. To put it in layman’s terms, you must stand exactly in the spot where you know the ball will come. True, it isn’t there yet. It may take 20 minutes. Just have patience.

I remember how Cruyff and I stood in the middle of the field while others would be chasing the ball. We simply waited, motionless. We ordered a coffee and exchanged a dvar Torah. Cruyff would stand with his head bowed, as if listening to something.

And indeed he was. He was listening to the movements of the ball – its groans, its pleas. Then he would draw himself up and say to me, “Cardozo, in 18 minutes the ball is here.” And so it was. Yes, I stood offside, and the goal didn’t count, but that’s of little importance. What mattered is the gesture.

ANOTHER THING: our boys have to be much better prepared. They must study the grass type on the soccer field, the quality of air to be expected, and the direction of the wind. In what language will the fans be shouting? What types of musical instruments will they use to encourage their favored team?

Israeli grass, for example, is different from the grass in Mexico. The Mexican stalk has 15% higher glucose than the Israeli one, while its strands grow in the opposite direction from those in Jerusalem. This is because Jews read their language from right to left. Over the course of hundreds of years, the shouting of Hebrew in the stadium caused a genetic mutation, making the grass grow against the natural order of things.

Why is this important? Because when you want to kick the ball to the nearest soccer player, you need to know whether the grass is your enemy or your friend. Does it accommodate the ball, or frustrate it? It’s all about friction and pressure.

And we Jews know about these things. Our entire history has been one of constant friction, with each other and with the world. They have kicked us around left and right. But we have become immune and have outlived all our enemies. So, some Jews think that the ball, too, is immune. But it’s not. It is sensitive to the core and just wants to score.

And let us not forget about the famous Mexican Aztec Death Whistle, also called Ehecachichtli, blown by tens of thousands of fans in the stadium. Jews think it’s comparable to the shofar, but it isn’t. The shofar demands serious self-contemplation, while the task of the Ehecachichtli is to irritate and kill the opponent.

Jews may think these are trivialities that don’t matter at all. Wrong again.

And that’s where we, the rabbis, come in. Our advice is indispensable. We rabbis have studied the Talmud and know that trivialities are the stuff of the world. We have contemplated and debated every detail of human existence, just as scientists dedicate their lives to studying the habits of insects or the properties of a plant.

To them, every minutiae is significant. They diligently inquire into the most intricate qualities of things, because God is in the details. And so it is with us, the rabbis. We are experts in how to make a problem out of every solution. Therefore, we are unbeatable, even immortal, and know exactly what soccer is all about.

So, what needs to be done to ensure that next time, we Jews win the FIFA World Cup?

The first thing we must do is send a group of Jewish scientists – botanists, geologists, and meteorologists – to wherever the next World Cup will be held. They will need to test the ground and look into seed time, growing power, root substances, and above all, the pigment of the chlorophyll pellets.

Together with a keen understanding of the emotional makeup of the ball and its neshama (soul), we Jews will be able to start playing soccer properly and win every World Cup. Sure, we need to say some of King David’s Psalms – just in case. As is well known, it works wonders!

But we all know the real reason why they do not allow us to play at the FIFA World Cup. It is not because we are not good enough but because we Jews have outlived all our enemies. And the world is afraid that we will again win all the games and put all of them to shame. Out of our unprecedented humility, we will not make an issue out of it. But we know better.

After all, “He who laughs last, laughs best.”