And no, I do not mean the sport that Americans play that barely even requires a foot and confuses the hell out of the rest of the world as to why they call it FOOTball. By futbol I mean soccer (forgive me British man who dies inside every time I say the word). At Orientation I met a Turk by the name Fatih who was passionate about four things: backgammon (he beat me), school, watching Besiktas futbol, and playing futbol. That night we exchanged info so that he can call me when a they want to organize a futbol game. Last week was my first match with the guys. Needless to say, I didn't start off so hot. But I got better as the night progressed, and was actually able to contribute to our victory. I am also thankful that I wasn't the worst player out there. That was a relief. I played defense though the entire night but I on occasion moved up to play attacker/forward when the other forwards were tired and couldn't make it back up the field. I actually perhaps had the most endurance out of all of them. Either way, it was a great workout. I actually played against some semi-professional futballers. For instance, Thjis used to play futbol in a league back in the Netherlands that was actually highly rank, but I don't believe it was professional. Another player who I had difficulty defending against was Mehmet Ali and for good reason. He played professionally in Germany. Knowing his skills I especially played close attention to him trying to "ball-block" him whenever I can (there was a joke in there if you couldn't tell...hahaha). The worst though was when I had to play goalie and I realized how much skill I lost. I remember that I was an excellent goalie when I was younger. Now I have become timid. I must regain my intensity that I once had. This is my goal for the semester.
That and visiting more of Turkiye and good grades. Speaking of which, I am going to do something extremely exciting for the next two weekends...
(TO BE CONTINUED in...Raiders of Cappadocia, and coming soon is StarTroy)
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