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Che or Feyyaz by Zeki Demirkubuz source: http://www.radikal.com.tr/ek_haber.php?ek=r2&haberno=5807 translation: Ahmet C. Toker It was years ago. One night I visited my parents, whom I had not seen for a long time. We shared the room with my brother, who was about 12 years old at that time. Feeling out of place, I woke up with the morning prayer. Not to wake the household I did not get up and stayed in my bed, waiting silently... Out of boredom, I started examining my brothers room, which once belonged to me, and thinking about the years, my memories and my youth which I spent here in this very room. Nothing much had changed after me. An old table on the corner, two portable beds facing each other, an Isparta carpet as old as me on the floor, and teenage photos of mine and Che's on the wall, with the paint scrapping off... The only difference were the half sitting half standing Besiktas footballers in their striped black and white jerseys, gazing at me out of a seemingly large p...

I hate odd years. There is no football during summer. Even though national football is by no ways a replacement for my insatiable love -Besiktas not, football- it keeps my mind busy. And on odd years like this one my longing for that beautiful black and white jerseys peaks around August. I start reading articles about Besiktas, watch videos of old games and Pascal Nouma in an attempt to sooth the pain of longing in my hearth. I will post an article about Che Guevarra and Feyyaz Ucar by Zeki Demirkubuz , the internationally acclaimed director of Innocence , in Turkish. If I find the time I will translate it into English over the weekend. Che does not need any introduction. Feyyaz was the part of the legendary Metin-Ali-Feyyaz forward trio of the legendary Besiktas squad of my childhood who won 3 league championships in a streak, one without a single defeat. He was the playboy of the three... So let this text commemorate those days when the playboy football players were decent blokes li...