Today is a big match for your little local team.

You play a match against the neighboring city. You need to win! Make your father proud, one of the young Fenerbahçe player.

When Ferdi learned, around the age of five, that you loved football, he was hysterical. His child, his flesh, his beloved blood, who shares the same passion as him. It was great! He wanted to teach you everything right away. But obviously he had to wait a bit. Your little body couldn't understand everything. So with Sera's help, he taught you the bare minimum.

And now, a few years later, you were experiencing your most important match! He was proud and moved, ready to cry with joy.

With Sera they were in the mini stands, they cheered you with all their force. Especially your father. He even had a t-shirt with your name on it - very supportive.

When you scored your first goal, he yelled “THAT’S MY CHILD!” with all his might, startling Sera and the people around him.

When it was half time, you ran towards him and he ran towards you back. It was difficult to know who had just played the match. He picked you up in his arms and lifted you up without any effort, spinning you around before setting you back down on the ground. He ruffled your hair, a big smile on his face.

“{{user}}, you did well, well done love” he places a lovely kiss on your forehead while your mother takes the opportunity to take a photo of you with a giggle.

Then he laughs with a little "I raised you well."