In the 1970’s I was a child on the beautiful Northern Beaches of Sydney, Australia. My childhood was full of sunshine, fun times and forever memories. Another thing my childhood was full of was rugby league. My family supported the Mighty Sea Eagles and I learnt the love the brutish, forceful art that is the footy.
Living in Turkey and being a good Turkish housewife I support The Turk’s forever team of Fenerbahce. I have previously hung my head in shame and disclosed to you that The Turk is a futbol hooligan and quite the embarrassment when his team is winning. He is even more of an embarrassment if his team should, God forbid, lose.
Last night Fenerbahce clinched their 19th Turkish league title with a 0-0 draw against Caykur Rizespor. The match itself was a bore. To me a 0-0 draw means that nothing feking happened. It means that there were grown mean running up and down the field chasing a little ball and no one found the goal. It also means that these grown men got to behave like little girls – a lot – by throwing themselves on the ground and crying foul on the other team, cursing each other and basically acting like a bunch of toddlers at every opportunity. To prove my point that they are a bunch of girly girls there were in fact no male supporters allowed at the match yesterday evening – the biggest match of the year had no men in the stadium! It seems that Fenerbahce was being punished for bad behaviour at an earlier match and male supporters were suspended from the crowd. This is just surreal. I cannot imagine someone telling my brother or his mates “Sorry guys you can’t go and watch the Eagles today as they are being punished”. Pffttt!
Anyway Fenerbahce are the 2013/2014 Champions and The Turk and his friends went wild, running out of the house whooping and yelling before disappearing into the night. When he returned this morning he smelt like a brewery but, despite his obvious hangover, he was still celebrating his team’s victory.
“This is a historical moment in our lives,” The Turk said to me over his kahvalti (breakfast) of two headache tablets and coffee. “A great victory and we are blessed to be a part of it”.
Honestly I just don’t get it. I want to see these “Champions” survive just one game of rugby league. See how you would cry then, ya big babies!
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