It wasn’t the problem in the second goal.
Nor in the final whistle.
Not even in the exit.
The problem is that we believed ourselves!
And here begins all the pain.
At six in the morning...
Jordan was awake.
A whole country fighting sleep.
In homes.
In cars.
In the cafes that opened their doors before the sun.
Hope.
Then the door opened!
For just a moment.
It opened.
And we saw what was behind it.
We saw ourselves on the other side of the tale.
At the place we had been looking at from afar for a long time.
On the side where one does not enter the stadium just to be present...
But to take.
Jordan moved forward.
Opened the door.
That's all that happened.
And that's all we needed!
Then it closed.
But doors are unmerciful.
Whoever sees what's behind the door does not return the same.
And whoever sees the peak...
Does not return as a child of the depths.
That's why the loss was painful.
Not because it took a match.
But because it granted us a vision.
The problem is that we believed!
We believed that the distance was not as far as it seemed.
We believed that the door was not a wall.
Then the game ended.
As all games do.
But something did not end.
That new voice that Al-Nashama implanted in the Jordanian consciousness.
A voice that no longer says:
"It's enough that we reached."
But says:
"We should have crossed."
Years ago, we asked for a chance.
Today, we are angry because we wasted it.
Years ago, we dreamed of arriving.
Today, we are sad because we didn’t go further.
The door closed.
That's true.
But something did not close.
That image.
The image that all Jordanians saw behind the door.
An image of themselves.
And whoever sees themselves there once...
Spends the rest of their life trying to return.
The problem isn't that the door closed!
The problem is that we saw what was behind it.
The problem is that we believed!
And nations that once believe themselves...
No longer stand outside the door waiting for permission!
