It’s a sure thing that I am attracted to football more than I like to admit! The reason for which I sacrifice generous slices of my time when it is not impossible.
It’s a sure thing that I am attracted to football more than I like to admit! The reason for which I sacrifice generous slices of my time when it is not impossible. And the long evenings from the European Championship show, almost always, something more than football.
I know that I am not original, but I rediscovered, for example, the Turkish team, a team grimmer and more capable of mobilizing than six years ago, when it succeeded to finish third in the World Cup. The three tremendous games in which the janissaries have won each time at the finish line are not the result of a happening at all. Even if luck has its place in any game, even if the ball is always round, the Turkish extreme victories are the result of a certain sort of a team.
The Turkish National team does not seem to have much in common with the suave and generous Olympic spirit, which has been whispering in our ears that the most important thing is to participate. They want to win. And they want it regardless of the score written at a certain time on the table. For the Turks the match is not just a game, it's a struggle, a historical tournament. The vigilance does not decrease, the muscles don’t relax, the attention is not scattered, regardless of what the opponents do. It’s a question of life and death, a question of honor. If the score is three to null for the adversary, one continues to fight, because it is totally different when the score becomes three to one. And so on, until the last moment.
The Turks don’t have "psychological moments." However, not in the way the other teams accuse them to. They can be wrong, they can end up in limit situations, but that does not discourage them. Th
