So, the world cup has truly started. Let me first say that I’ve taken a while to get into it, having been off soccer for about a year and a half, so all my opinions are hardly informed.
For the first time in human history, the WC is being hosted by an African country, a fact that should apparently have all Africans celebrating. Yes, I think it’s a good thing for the WC to come to Africa and I hope the rainbow nation puts up a good show but that’s the extent of my “Pan Africanism”.
When I was younger it was considered ‘cool’ to support an African team at the WC and many a time I screamed for Nigeria, Cameroon, Ghana and a host of others all in an attempt to identify with my fellow Africans. Then I discovered the EPL and the Bundesliga, and before I knew it I was keenly following a bunch of lads from Merseyside; John Barnes, Ian Rush and Co.
The first time I remember really getting excited about a world cup match was the 1998 final. I hadn’t watched soccer for a few years and I couldn’t imagine it adding anything to my life and then I strolled to the main hall (SMACK) and for love of the underdog supported the French. By the end of the night, I was running all over the quadrangle screaming “Petit! Petit!” It was exhilarating.
Fast forward a couple of years and I found my way back home, to Albion’s shore, very much the queen’s man. So, as you can tell, I’m an England fan, only. Those things of “from Africa I’m so and so, from Europe…” don’t work for me. I am a faithful man, one woman and whatnot.
So, I’m going to will ‘the force‘ to spur us onto to victory! This WC is ours baby!