The perseverance of the Turks paid of. Their determination do not allow them to loose a battle. In each encounter of a Turk with a Czech player finishes with the Turk the winner. In accomplishing such a feat the Turk surpasses himself, takes it an inch further. Pure determination.
Last ten minutes and everything changes. If it is not fulfillment of dedicated players at its utmost then what. The Turks scored another goal, to make it 2-2, and their momentum took them past the post to make it 3-2. Eruption. I see a huge longing in the minds of all the concerned Turks, in Turkey and whatever other corner in the world released. All the pent-up emotions build years before since the success of their neighbors, Greece in the last Euro Cup, provide the ferment which oozes out of the huge cauldron from which the Turk players draw the spirit for their actions in the field. In the same that their neighbors Greece did it four years ago.
"They showed great heart, great desire and the people like that."
said the guest commentator in the ITV channel.
Certainly, great heart and great desire is displayed when the players engage their chaotic mind, the raw reverberations in the neural engines much faster than conscious rational thought, embedded on a rich repertoire of skills the players possess, powered by longing, uniting a group of players into a team, a team that works as a whole being more than the sum of its parts, it can not but win.
And the people like it, as a game like this struck similar chords in their minds.
The Czechs had the cold calculating aura of a rational machine, the skills to match working almost to perfection but lacked in what the Turks had plenty.
So, as the next guest said:
"Stunned the Czechs, stunned us all. They are capable for absolutely anything."
Yes, I see the Turks progressing through the tournament with fervor.
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