“...We sat down near the locker room, from where the voices of the players could be heard. Through the window you could see them trying on their boots, pulling their leggings tight, and warming up. Uncle was met by friends who were just as strong, dapper, and excited. Of course, everyone rooted for our local team, but it almost always lost. “There’s not enough breath,” some said. “The referee is pinning the referee down!” - others shouted, although it was not known why the judge, a local person, should clamp down on his own. For some reason it seemed to me then that the exclamation “The judge is screwed!” associated not only with the quality of judging, but also with the shortage of soap in stores at that time. But now, when the stores are full of soap, they shout the same thing..."