I’m writing in tears: Champion Trabzonspor-Spor

I waited too long, it was too long.

More than it should be …

Dreams, disappointments, endless successes, failures …

We have seen it all. Many of us are sacrificed. There was little contribution.

We loved. We know leather people, round people, runners, passionate screamers, cravings for justice, and those who are not silent in the face of injustice.

We were revolutionary.

We were at the forefront.

We made it first. In pursuit of the blue eyes that destroyed the reign of Istanbul; adding Burgundy to that side, we won our second victory. As football legend Ozkan Sümer said, Trabzonspor was a child of the Republic and was best suited to him to be revolutionary.

(Ozgur Hasan Altuncu)

Kazim Koyunk, a boy in a poet’s jacket, was on our side for exactly that reason.

Like the SOL style of the 70’s, we came from every aspect, every wing. We blew like a storm. Completed the spirit of the time.

“I’m a kid in Anatolia. I’m not playing anywhere else.” Like Unal Karaman, we were special children of the land.

We weren’t in love with money, but we were in love with the country with faith. We were the martyr Ellen Bourble running in a shirt that broke through the highlands of Macca. We were Major Arslan Clax, who was martyred in front of his family.

We are Muhammed Fatih Safitürk, Governor of the Martyrs’ District. We were Koray Çapoğlu, who died in his chest with a burgundy blue flag waving with pure emotion in Suruç.

We were Brothers Akçelik and Akyazı. Excited to participate in the match, they died in a car accident on a remote road.

We were closest to what seemed to be the furthest.

We were in the village of Bağacık in Diyarbakır. We were in Mardin, in Bingöl, in Owl, in the center of the most beautiful place of many beautiful people.

We were national and universal.

“There are trabzons everywhere.” Then we reminded and reminded not only the empty slogan, but also our own children running in all the stadiums of the country, and our volunteers all over the country and around the world.

We didn’t give up. We went and saw. I wanted to go, but I couldn’t. I didn’t wait for fieldwork, and the grass in the meadow was not delayed. On the steep slopes of the eastern Black Sea, in the shortwaves of battery-powered radio, “Minute and score” We accompanied young and old women and men with a voice echoing in the mountains.

We are happy, we are sad. Enough, we didn’t say we gave up, we couldn’t. We were passionate.

We fell in love with the waves, the plateau, the servants, the bride and the daughter.

Harm is enough to give ourselves, and all of us, things from us. It was a day, we hurt ourselves like sharp vinegar. As that moment came, we buried Avni Acres. Fascinated by the reasons, Avni Acres buried many great teams in his green fields with their own hands. One day we were born from the ashes of Akyazi under the name Shenor Günes.

We were believers. Being alone, I became both an announcer and a scorer in many places, including overseas school playgrounds. We were happy with all our goals. That day came and we hurried together.

With the final second goal scored in Birmingham, we jumped into the wooden floor of a wooden village house and pierced it. We included heavy cows in our joy.

After he scored in Lyon, we did a Hami-like goal horoscope.

For the first time in a while, I didn’t leave the field to the team that Kenan Evelens played in the final.At the medal ceremony “Sufficient, do you get all the trophies?” I told the put cyst, “We know our limits” We said. We lifted the trophy in front of them as if they were rebellious.

That moment has come. There is the first and only cup honor given to the memories of the brave people who shed red blood in Cyprus.

He won a cup with an unjustified penalty in Bursa with a 3-5 goal. We participated in Hami’s ball piercing the net, Shota’s dribbling, fields that weren’t enough for Ohan, Yattara’s show, Hamdi’s overhead kick against Barcelona, ​​Liverpool’s victory …

We stubbornly paved the way for success under the leadership of Abdullah Abju. We received the first light from his daughter Busena Zsulmeneri from Japan, where the sun rises. All his punches were our accumulated anger, tears of victory.

Our fathers were Cemilleri, Şenolları, Tuncayları, Ahmet Suat Özyazıcıları.

He became our guardian, Unal, Shota. We grew up a little, we were Fati, we were Gekdeniz. We were a lot more. Now our children are Ugurkan, Yusuf and Abdulkadir. Our grandchildren are part of everything …

We were all in the city. We were a language. We were the hope and joy of a lonely city and awakening generation. We have just become soccer. We are more than just a sports club.

We were more than that. We have become school, life, culture, art and literature. We are in life. We have been teaching, learning, reducing laughter and crying. And thankfully, we all saw that “late” big day together.

Fortunately, knowing that there are millions of people like me who realized their childhood dreams, we wrote CHAMPIONTRABZON SPOR in a font that cries everywhere in tears. ..

Guest author: Özgür Hasan Altuncu