Find the room with the lights still on.

The home-stand collective for season-ticket holders in Maraton Üstü. We coordinate the choreography, hold the megaphone, and put the scarves up before every match.

The oldest branch outside Türkiye. Twelve hundred members from Inverness to Brighton, a packed clubroom in Dalston, and three official trips to Kadıköy per season.

Berlin’s Türk-deutsch heart of the Kanarya. We meet in Kreuzberg, we travel together to away days in Munich and Leverkusen, and we run the only kid-friendly viewing room in the city.

Six hundred members across the Randstad. A clubroom in Bos en Lommer, a bus to every European away-day, and the loudest single-section pub in De Pijp.

New York Türk evi for fifteen seasons. We host the away crowd at Sip Sak in Midtown and we have never lost a derbi viewing without singing for the whole second half.

Two hundred members across the Emirates. We meet at the Marina, we travel as a block to Saudi away-days, and we have a permanent table at the Türk Café on Sheikh Zayed.

Two hundred kanarya across the Southland. We open the doors at Sahara Café in Glendale ninety minutes before every kick-off and we do not leave until the lights come up.

Eleventh arrondissement, République-adjacent. Two hundred members, one back-room at Café Aladin, and a tradition of finishing every win with a long walk to the canal.

GTA-wide membership, a tiny clubroom on Yonge Street, and an unhealthy obsession with 04:30 wake-up calls on derby Sunday.

A tight, careful branch in Shinjuku. Roughly forty regulars, all of them awake at 04:00 to watch derby week. We never miss the league cup final.