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Kocaelispor 1996-1997 Home Shirt in Memory of John “Shoes” Moshoeu

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I am posting this legendary Kocaelispor kit—sporting a classic Diadora design—in memory of the equally legendary South African midfielder John Lesiba “Shoes” Moshoeu.

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The fan favorite passed away on April 21 in Johannesburg, South Africa, after battling stomach cancer. He was 49 years old. On Monday April 27 hundreds of South African football supporters came to Soweto in order to say their last goodbyes to a footballer who represented Bafana Bafana 73 times; he was selected to the 2004 Africa Cup of Nations squad for the last time at 38 years young before retiring at 42. Western media noted that he was one of the symbols of post-apartheid South Africa, one of the building blocks of the nation’s footballing success following the dark years of apartheid.

Moshoeu was a fan favorite wherever he went, and Turkish fans remember him fondly from the days of his ten-year adventure in Turkey from 1993-2003 during which he represented some of Turkey’s biggest clubs including Genclerbirligi, Kocaelispor, Fenerbahce, and Bursaspor. Local websites from Kocaeli did not forget a footballer that played a big part in their club’s golden years, winning the Turkish cup in 1997. Moshoeu himself never forgot Turkey (even though he initially had a tough time fitting in due to his skin color–foreign players were a novelty in the Turkish league of the early 1990s); for the last two years he assisted in coaching youths at a Turkish school in Pretoria and has been involved in many social development initiatives. Ilker Yilmaz, writing for hayatimfutbol.com, noted that he “didn’t neglect to pay football back for all it gave him…because he was Mandela’s man”.

Strangely “Shoes” Moshoeu’s untimely death came just three days before Kocaelispor—the team for which he shined—celebrated its 50th anniversary. One local sports blogger noted that while the club legend battled stomach cancer his old team was battling for its future; Kocaelispor have fallen to the amateur ranks of Turkish football and might even lose their legendary Ismet Pasa stadium, long a feared destination for visiting teams in Turkey’s top flight. Football is a strange game—a young man from South Africa can, somehow, travel halfway around the world and end up with his fortunes intertwined with a small team far away from his home, becoming a hero in the process. Gencay Keskin says it well when describing why he would don a black and green number ten Kocaelispor shirt and yell Moshoeu’s name, running through a football match under the summer sun:

 

“Çocukken futbolcular tam anlamıyla birer kahramandır. Formalarını giymek istersin, saçlarını onlar gibi tararsın, uğruna bir sevdaya tutunursun. İşte benim hikayemin kahramanı ‘Moşe’.”

“When you’re a kid footballers are most certainly heroes. You want to wear their jerseys, comb your hair like theirs; for them you hold on to a passion. This is the hero of my story, ‘Moşe’ [The Turkish transliteration of Moshoeu].”

 

Former Turkish international footballer Saffet Sancakli, Moshoeu’s teammate at both Kocaelispor and Fenerbahce, also shared his memories with hayatimfutbol.com:

 

“İnsan öldükten sonra hep iyi şeyler söylenir ya, onun için söylemiyorum; çok kaliteli bir arkadaştı. Kimseyle problem yaşamazdı. Gergin bir ortam oluştuğu zaman hemen yumuşatırdı ortamı. Çok pozitif bir enerjisi vardı. O kadar mütevaziydi ki medyadan kaçardı, öyle çok konuşmazdı. Sevdiğimiz, saydığımız bir kardeşimizdi.”

“After someone dies good things are always said, that’s not why I’m saying it; he was a very quality friend. He didn’t have problems with anyone. If things got tense he would immediately diffuse the situation. He had a lot of positive energy. He was so humble that he ran away from the media, he didn’t talk a lot. He was a brother we loved and respected.”

 

I send my condolences to the South African football community and the Turkish football community. We have lost a legend–both on and off the field–in John “Shoes” Moshoeu. Toprağın bol olsun mekanın cennet olsun Moşe…

 

In memory of John Lesiba Moshoeu: 18 December 1965-21 April 2015.

 

 

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John Moshoeu of South Africa

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Aydinspor 1923 2012-2013 Away Shirt (96 Yunuscan)

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My unending thanks go to the good folks at Aydinspor 1923 for this amazingly chic shirt. Solid black shirts with no sponsor are a rarity these days, and this one proves the value of a well-designed shirt that eschews a sponsor. Such a design has the added bonus of really showcasing the team’s interesting badge, which reminds me of Greece’s Panathinaikos. This shirt was worn by the young Yunuscan Bozkir who just signed his first professional contract last year (http://www.milliyet.com.tr/yunuscan-iki-yillik-imzaladi-aydin-yerelhaber-143726/); for pictures of the shirt used in match action please see the two photos below. One is sponsored, the other unsponsored:

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Capital City Blues: Cebeci Inönü Stadyumu, Ankara, Turkey (Ankara Demirspor); Ankara Demirspor-Anadolu Uskudarspor (0-2) BONUS: Ankara Demirspor Home Shirt 2012-13

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Walking down Ankara’s Dikmen Boulevard you know you are in a capital city. The drab blocks of government buildings go on for as far as the eye can see. The General Directorate of the Police. The Finance Ministry. The Coast Guard. The Department of Navy. (The Irony of the last two being located in a land locked city in central Anatolia not withstanding). The Parliament. The Prime Minister’s Residence. The State Water Management. The Highway Department. Its all here. I shudder at the thought of the red tape that must line the hallways of those drab buildings as I walk on towards Kizilay Square, the center of life in the capital.

I walk on down the streets in the shadows of the state apparatus to the Cebeci Inonu Stadium. Built in 1967 it was Ankara’s first large stadium and, with a capacity of 37,000, it is surprisingly Turkey’s sixth biggest. Of course, I would later learn that at least half of that capacity is unusable due to urban decay—but the facts are the facts, according to the Turkish Football Federation.

Crossing from the Cankaya into Cebeci district it feels like a time warp. Even the Uludag Gazoz signs on the coffee houses remind me of a bygone Turkey, the Turkey I grew up in.

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The stadium is a forlorn sight rising into the blue sky ahead of me as I delicately traverse the crumbling steps. It looks like a bomb exploded somewhere nearby and I’m unsure of what to expect as I walk beneath the rusting sign that reads “Inonu Stadyumu”. I pay my three Lira for a ticket at a booth that makes me feel like I’m visiting a prison. Once I’m through the obligatory pat down I’m in the stands along with another 17 souls (I counted) on a clear Monday afternoon. I head to the top of the stands and look out at the dilapidated sections of Ankara spreading out below me. All sections of life must live in those apartments, who knows what kinds of marriages and childhoods are being lived? I shudder at the thoughts and turn to back my seat in order to stand at attention for the National Anthem. Its lyrics echo through the emptiness, it feels like a funeral.

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As the match kicks off I can the players yelling instructions to one another, its like I’m on the field. “Come back back BACK!” yells the Ankara Demirspor goalkeeper trying to keep his defense focused. It is no use, and just three minutes in Cagatay Ceken puts the visitors up 0-1. The stands are silent and all the noise comes from the home team’s bench as the irate Ankara Demirspor coach attempts to rush the field, held back by his assistants. The choice words he has for the referee echo through the stadium and up to me but the goal will not be disallowed.

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After the first ten minutes a few more fans trickle in, including a small group of young kids who could only be playing hookey for this rare weekday afternoon fixture. With nothing much to watch on the pitch I turn my attention to the moss growing out of the concrete stands, thinking to myself that it must be a rare species.

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At half time I head down to the gates for a water but, alas, there is no café. In fact, there is just a gate with a few security guards who look bored out of their minds. I ask for water and the female shrugs.

“Its outside, but I can get you some. It costs a Lira”.

I hand her the coin between the metal bars and she returns, handing me a plastic cup. As I drink it down eagerly, I watch a fellow fan pass some money through the bars for a simit, a sesame covered bagel. I think that this is what prison must feel like.

“There is no system like this,” says the male security guard looking at me.

“There is no stadium like this,” is my reply and we both laugh.

 

Indeed there is not be. Even the concourses feel like a prison, despite the sunlight flowing through. I take the halftime break to explore the innards of the stadium—the chipped paint tells me that this stadium’s days are numbered. I’m just glad to have gotten the chance to visit another place that will soon fall victim to the urban renewal sweeping Turkey, such demolition and construction serve as ready sources of income for a government looking for investment to keep the economy going.

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The second half witnesses a few more fans in the stands, taking the total to just over 70 (again, I counted). Sadly the extra support fails to jump-start the Ankara Demirspor players who seem to be stuck in third gear—it is surprising, since the team is currently in the playoff spots. Ankara Demirspor pay for their inability to turn the screw and Uskudar Anadolu add a second goal in the 74th minute through Seyit Ali Akgul. Down by two goals the fans know that there will be no return and decide to spend their energy berating the team—what else can they do?

After the final whistle I head to the player’s exit in order to inquire about an Ankara Demirspor shirt. As one of Turkey’s most famous teams (they were founding members of Turkish football’s top tier for its first season in 1958-59). I felt like it would be a necessary addition to the collection, and I make an appointment to meet one of the team’s officials the next morning at the Ankara Demirspor grounds.

 

As befitting such an historic team, Ankara Demirspor’s history is fascinating. There are two interesting Turkish Language websites that outline the histories of all of Turkey’s various “Demirspors”: http://www.kentvedemiryolu.com/icerik.php?id=301 and http://demirsporlar.blogspot.com.tr. My thanks to Mr. Yavuz Yildirim and the blogger Mustava for their valuable insights, some of which I will translate for English language readers below:

Ankara Demirspor were founded in 1930, but at that time there were already a few Demirspors in Turkey. Such teams are, of course, the teams of the railways. In many ways they are similar to the eastern European railway teams such as Lokomotiv Moscow, Lokomotiv Sofia, Lokomotiv Plovdiv, Locomotive Tblisi, CFR Cluj (Romania), and Zeljeznicar Sarajevo to name a few. As Yavuz Yildirim notes, the such Demirspors were a critical way of tying the country together after the founding of the new republic in 1923 since they connected the industrial strength of an emerging country to the cultural aspect of a sports club becoming a symbol of the country’s modernization. Generally, these clubs were formed in major cities along the rail network according to the 26th element of the Youth and Sports General Directorate law numbered 3289 (it is still in effect today) which states “factories and foundations with more than 500 officers or workers must make sports facilities and hire a coach for the physical education of their personnel.” (“memur ve işçi sayısı 500’den fazla olan kuruluşlar ve fabrikalar, öncelikle kendi personeline beden eğitimi ve spor yaptırmak için spor tesisleri yapmaya ve antrenör tutmaya mecburdurlar.”). The reason for such a law was simple: To keep the country’s youth fit in order to preform national guard duties in interwar period of instability—in many ways this is similar to the rationale in the former Soviet Union for the formation of Lokomotiv, Torpedo, Dynamo, and CSKA teams which were all tied to important industries and entities critical to the state (Please see my article on the history of Lokomotiv Plovdiv for more on this).

According to Yavuz Yildirim’s piece there were (in 2007) 38 Demirspors throughout Turkey. The same article claims that in 1942 the following Demirspors were in operation: Haydarpaşa, Derince, İzmit, Bilecik; Ankara, Irmak, Çankırı, Karabük, Çatalağzı, Zonguldak; Balıkesir, Bandırma, Soma, Tavşanlı, Kütahya; Kayseri, Sivas, Zile; Samsun, Çetinkaya, Divrik, Yerköy; Malatya, Diyarbakır, Maden; Adana, Fevzipaşa, Mersin, İskenderun, Ulukışla, Afyon, Konya , Uşak; İzmir, Manisa, Alaşehir, Nazilli, Çamlık; Denizli, Dinar; Sirkeci, Edirne; Erzurum; Sarıkamış, Erzincan; Eskişehir; Mudanya; Edremit. Alongside these cities various other Demirspors are in operation currently, such as Kars Demirspor and Kocaeli Demirspor—they all play in the amateur leagues of their respective provinces. Of the Demirspors, only Ankara Demirspor and their famous cousin—Adana Demirspor—are in the professional leagues.

 

On Tuesday morning I am at the Ankara Demirspor grounds before lunch. A sign advertising the team’s wedding packages greets me. Who (other than maybe me) would want to get married at a soccer team’s grounds by the Ankara Region train depot is beyond me but, I suppose, some people have interesting tastes. Since I won’t be getting married any time soon, I hope they find people to fill the reservations as I walk on past the train repair yard trying to avoid a couple stray dogs that are looking a bit too menacing.

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Inside the offices I meet the team’s personnel manager for a tea and am presented with an amazing Ankara Demirspor shirt. The TCDD (Turkish Republic State Railways) sponsor is fitting, along with a rear sponsor from the Ulastirma Bakanligi (Ministry of Transportation). The colors are striking and top off a truly amazing shirt. I send my unending thanks to all the folks at Ankara Demirspor for the tea and the shirt, truly Turkish hospitality at its best.

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Altay Izmir SK 1997-1998, Home Shirt 18

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In honor of the Izmir Derby I recently attended I am posting another vintage shirt from one of Izmir’s teams—Altay Izmir. I already went through the history of Altay when posting their centenary shirt, so this post is strictly about the shirt. It is a classic Puma design, similar to the Neftochimic Burgas, Cercle Brugge, and Czech national team shirts already posted. I would say it dates to the 1997-1998 season, when Altay played in the first division. This is somewhat of a “Moby Dick” of shirts since I remember once seeing this shirt in a store, as a child, and not being able to get it but–thanks to the magic of the internet–I was able to track it down.

Since there is no sponsor or name on this shirt, I would assume that it is at least player issue—perhaps from a pre-season match. The classic Puma pattern on the arms is pretty, and the Puma writing in the heat pressed felt “18” on the back adds a nice touch. The fabric, however, is heavy (again, Puma produced in Turkey) and I would hate to be a footballer wearing this shirt on a stiflingly hot late summer day in Izmir.

 

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Karşıyaka SK 1996-1997, Away Shirt Match Worn 4

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Since posting two posts concerning Karşıyaka SK, it seems only fitting that I also post a picture of one of their shirts. I have a few, but this is far and away the rarest of the Karşıyaka shirts I own. Karşıyaka—or Kaf Sin Kaf—as they are affectionately known by their fans (the names of the Arabic letters that spell out KSK—Karşıyaka Spor Külübü) are the team from the eponymous district of Izmir, located on the northern shore of the Izmir Bay. It is a traditionally western district of Izmir, not to mention the home of my family in Turkey. I have been a fan of the team since childhood; when a team’s colors are red and green, the colors of Christmas, it makes it easier for an American kid to gravitate towards them I suppose.

This is a match worn example of a Karşıyaka shirt from what I can only assume to be the 1996-1997 season. It is a typical Adidas design from the era, and the heat pressed felt number “4” on the back also fits with the era’s shirts. Aside from being a unique design for Karşıyaka (their shirts tend to emphasize the green and red instead of the white), the sponsor patch on this shirt is very interesting. The Yaşar Yatırım that we see here has actually been sewn on above another sponsorship. Interestingly, Yaşar Yatırım refers to a business pursuit of a wealthy Turkish businessman from Izmir, Selçuk Yaşar. He founded the Selçuk Yaşar Sports and Education Endowment and as such his name adorns many schools in Izmir, as well as the Yaşar University. He has been a major player in the Izmir sports scene, even serving as the honorary president of Karşıyaka SK. His current holding group, Yaşar Holding, was founded in 1945 and includes many famous Turkish brands including the foodstuff company Pinar and Dyo Paints.

This is all, of course, beside the real point here: The shirt. It is a typically thick fabric from Adidas, as shirts produced under the Adidas license in Turkey tended to be in that era. The thin Adidas stripes within the fabric prove it to be authentic, and the fact that the trademark three stripes on the shoulder alternate in red green and red add subtle detail to a truly unique Karşıyaka SK shirt.

As the fans would say . . . KAF KAF KAF, SIN SIN SIN, KAF SIN KAF SIN KAF!

 

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Altay Izmir SK 2013-2014, Away Centenary Shirt

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I got this shirt when I visited the Izmir Alsancak Stadium after hearing that it was slated for demolition. Altay is one of Turkey’s oldest teams, founded during the final years of the Ottoman Empire. For more on Altays’s history you may view the first chapters of my thesis.

This Diadora shirt strays from the team’s traditional black and white, but it has a nice design below the neck which celebrates the club’s centenary. In the “1” is the famous clock tower, a symbol of Izmir. The first “0” has the teams original badge, written in Ottoman Turkish, while the second “0” has the team’s modern day badge. Unfortunately the badge on this shirt is screen printed on, along with the Diadora logo, but the unique design of purple fading to white makes up for it.

 

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Beşiktaş 2008-2009 Shirt, Match Worn and Signed

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This is a very good quality Beşiktaş shirt from the last season that the team was sponsored by Umbro, match worn and signed by German midfielder Fabian Ernst. Ernst’s hard working style of play made him a fan favorite at the Beşiktaş Inönü Stadium while also earning the admiration of others around the league. He has since left Turkish football following a stint at Istanbul side Kasımpaşa, but his status as a gentlemanly player lives on. One can tell that this shirt is match worn due to the silver outline around the numbers, which did not exist in replicas. Also, the fabric is a bit softer.

For me this is a special shirt because it came from a friend, Berkay Can, who gave it to me as a contribution to my collection. Due to the Çarşı group’s involvement in the Gezi Park protests recently I have a soft spot for Beşiktaş shirts, and this one is no different.

My unending thanks go to Berkay Can for this superb Kara Kartal Shirt.

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The signature is visible here, unfortunately the flash brought out the lines in the fabric here.

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Fabian Ernst himself in action for Beşiktaş.

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