I know as much about football as anyone who writes, draws, talks about it. I don’t usually involve myself much because there’s no entry for me into the game! However, what happened after the ANKARAGUCU-RIZESPOR match pushed me into the spotlight! Let’s chase after the ball a bit today…<\/p>\n
Stadiums are where those who get lost in big cities, lose their identity, are unhappy at home, work, or on the streets, those who lack hope, can’t form families, can’t pursue their goals in life, and are generally disrespected gather… It’s a place where people who lack something in their lives come together. <\/p>\n
It’s the place where those who cannot exist with their own identity stand shoulder to shoulder with someone they’ve never known in the stands, singing songs and anthems, holding onto life and cursing the footballer they hate for earning millions of euros a year! It’s the place where in reality, those who cannot become the person they truly want to be in big cities call victories “triumph” locations. It’s a state of knowing that one can’t cope with life’s challenges and won’t be able to reach their goals! It’s a shelter.<\/p>\n
It’s where, while living on a low income and being crushed under that burden, there’s an effort to hide behind the GOAL scored by a footballer earning millions of Euros and avoid seeing the REAL life… It’s the green field where the ability not to be seen amidst the crowd is gained by wearing a JERSEY and missing out on one’s own existence, scope, colors, dreams! It’s the place where even those with money, assets, and properties take a 90-minute break from the burden on their shoulders by screaming in the stands… It’s the space where, amid the normal flow of life, they would take a picture with a footballer and boast when encountered outside, and they hide among thousands while attacking that footballer with bad words.<\/p>\n