Croatia strolled nonchalantly into the historic city
For this was to be a footballing formality
Battle cry from Fatih who mounted his battle horse
Yet the braves found themselves battered with ugly brute force
The foe urged on by an obsessed coach in a whirlwind trance
Not so easy with a stubborn wall of red resistance
Limitations meant Don Terim was content to plan and plot
Relentless pressure upped as the arena became hot
At death's door Klas gave it the bish bash, bosh
But the never say die Turkiye screamed 'kosh, kosh'
With five seconds remaining Rustu launches one into orbit
The veteran let off with a ruthless Semih hit
Wake up call for Mr Bilic who had absolutely gone barmy
Never ever write off the Kirmizi beyaz army
Morale down and with pens looming morale began to switch
Barn door from Modric, Rakitic, Petric
All of Istanbul screamed from the dock
‘En buyuk Turkiye baska buyuk yok’
Vienna meltdown as those present are screaming
'Turkiye, Turkiye hayatim, askim, canim, guzelim
© Emdad Rahman
www.football-poems.com
What a touch from Rustu - Embracing the crestfallen Croats at the end. A true great.
'kosh, kosh' – Run, run
Kirmizi beyaz – Red & white
En buyuk Turkiye baska buyuk yok’ - Turkey is the greatest, there is none greater
Hayatim – My life
Askim- My love
Canim – My life
Guzelim – My beautiful
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