It's June 25, 2002, late evening in Japan, lunch time in the UK. The second half of the World Cup semi-final is inching towards its predictable close. Brazil are beating Turkey 1-0 in the Saitama...
‘When I first played for Turkey, the other players gathered round in the changing room, pointing at my old chap. They wanted to know if I’d had it done, if I was “a good Turkish boy”.So I showed them.
They nodded their approval. And that was that.I can safely say that I’ve never shown my penis before, or since, to a group of approving young men, but, if nothing else, it seemed to help the bonding process.’











