Stadium Atmosphere

I knew I was getting closer as the street filled with more and more excited people. We entered a few minutes late to the depressing 0-1 score. In a rush for food Oguzhan bought me my first Burger King burger...we don't talk about how I kindof liked it... eeek! (heh I only tried it as part of the experience of firsts.) We found a place to stand under cover from the cold rain sheeting down, within the crowd of men, the smoke, the steam of yelling and singing voices....with 30 minutes left in the first half we scored 2 so fast I almost missed them, each goal within 15 minutes of the other....jumping up and down excitement...hugging and high fives... :)
...the murmur of the crowd growing and falling with the peak of action or frustration...
Second half France scores, 2-2 if we tie we lose.... I deeply enjoyed hearing all the Turkish voices splashing about and I enjoy even more deeply knowing that Oguzhan is happy I cannot understand the true crude meaning of the delicately chosen words spoken between a passionately puffed cigarette....the cheerleader has the crowd singing and chanting...with the jumping and the smoke in the rafters...we are still tied as France's defense is executing aggresively...and as 2 minutes are counting down the stadium feels grim but anxiously hopeful. I am almost falling off the seat I am standing on trying to sing the words I don't know in the excitement....and with almost no hope left we SCORRREE!!! Galatasaray WINSSS!
It was the most fantastic game, fulfilling my dream and enjoying it with Oguzhan. It was top on my list to go to a futbol match and it could not have been more perfect, unless ofcourse if Niyazi was with us :)