Quite often I observed that the lives of people is somehow connected to that of their nations. It's that feeling in the air, rising from the collective imagination. The one that you can strongly smell in the stadiums. Something inspiring and heartening.
Games like these remind me of locksmiths. A couple of days ago, I left the keys inside my car and locked myself out. Then waited for this hopefully talented and well-equipped person to come and unlock the door. Confident but very heavy, this locksmith worked a couple of minutes before I got my keys back. This was actually the second time that I left my keys in the car, and the guy who seemed 10 times more unsure was quick to get in 30 seconds.
Things never happen in the exact way you think of. They just don't.
Comeback of hope:
On the 31st minute, Emre sent a dipping shot into the net past the goalkeeper. Alone hope is nothing. But without it no victory is valid. It's a flower in a plain field that raises morale, unveils a possibility and makes you believe. And as David Schwartz proclaims when you truly believe that you can, your minds strive to find solutions to help you out.
Comeback of the spirit:
On the 59th minute, Nihat Kahveci of
In team sports, unlike life, when one team wins the other loses.
As far as "a marvelous comeback", one game is just a battle unleashing the hope for winning. Just like Emre's goal did.
One day if I can remember this game, I better remember that 28 minute between the two goals. It’s pretty much where we find ourselves.
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