Yv Triantafyllos – 50 years ago.

Yv Triantafyllos – 50 years ago

50 years ago, on January 6, 1973, PROTATHLITIS magazine was launched. Its cover features the football player Yvs Triantafyllos, “the cannoneer”.

Yv Triantafyllos (born October 27, 1948) is a Greek-French veteran footballer who played as a striker.

He is considered one of the best strikers to come through Greece, as he performed amazingly with Olympiakos and Kallithea, scoring a total of 88 goals in 5 competitive seasons.

He made his first appearance as a professional footballer in the 1966/67 season with Saint Etienne. A year later, he moved to Joinville, where he stayed for two years and with whom he managed to score 25 goals in 63 appearances. In the 1969/70 season, Yv Triantafyllos was transferred to Boulogne, where he stayed for two competitive seasons, scoring 34 goals in 55 appearances.

In the summer of 1971 he decided to leave France and play in Greece for Olympiakos Piraeus, where he stayed from 1971 to 1974, making excellent appearances, and achieving a personal scoring record.


1972: 19 goals in 28 appearances,

1973: 16 goals in 30 appearances,

1974: 23 goals in 32 appearances.

In the 1974/75 season, he left Greece and Olympiakos to return to Saint-Etienne, with whom, in two competitive seasons, he scored 13 goals in 35 appearances.

In 1975 he moved to Nantes, with whom he managed to score 9 goals in 31 appearances in 3 competitive seasons.

In 1978, Yv Triantafyllos had a short spell with Rouen, with whom he scored 1 goal in 10 appearances.

In 1979, he returned to Greece on behalf of Kallithea, where he stayed for 2 years, scoring 30 goals in 55 appearances.

From 1980 to 1982, Yv Triantafyllos competed in Rouen, where he ended his career.

Source: el.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yv_Triantafyllos

At that time, Mr. Triantafyllos will say in one of his interviews:
“I am happy at Olympiakos and at the same time close to my wife Melani. Except sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and think about kicking the fields with the kids, bending over the lathe and the press in my father’s workshop. My father coming home from work exhausted and my mother setting the table for him to eat.
I always had a bright number in front of me like a drama, the number 9, the one I dreamed of having on my shirt and scoring goals.
I never craved anything more than scoring goals. And here in Greece, I found a club with a sea of fans, who love me and encourage me to become even better.