Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Monday, 12 July 2010

¡Gracias EspaƱa!‏


And so the WC2010 circus has finally come to an end with Spain the well deserving winners. Although I stopped watching the matches after Italy and England were eliminated, I still had to hold a torch for Spain. Apart from my big love for the country and everything that’s Spanish (the language and the people above all), I was drawn Spain in our neighbours’ WC sweepstake, so I had to support them. Now they've won their first football world cup and I am £100 better off. What can I say other than ¡Gracias muchachos!‏

Monday, 21 June 2010

WC10 Limerick

School will linger for another month here in the UK and with the nice weather (finally!) and the football World Cup it is difficult for teachers to keep the kids’ attention. My husband is doing some World Cup writing activities with his pupils at the moment and my daughter has suggested to her class to write some WC10 limericks too. The task is rather easy. Choose any player you want from the tournament and write a limerick about him. Something like this:

There once was a player called Green
Who was a goalkeeping machine
But he fumbled the ball
And the score was one-all
And then lots of people were mean.

Now it’s your turn, my friends, come on give it a try!

Wouldn't the limerick above apply to quite a few overpaid footballers?

(An over-enthusiastic Italian fan - Photo from La Stampa)

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

More than just a Game

While everyone knows of Nelson Mandela's incarceration on Robben Island, what is not so well known is how football helped the players to survive there. Mandela was barred from taking part, but current South African leader Jacob Zuma was involved.

The Makana Football Association, the jail’s league, came into being on Robben Island in 1966. Starting in December 1964, every week a prisoner, a different one every time, as punishments often followed such impunity, would make an official request to be allowed to play football and every week for three years, the prison warder would refuse.

Then, one day the authorities relented, figuring that the prisoners would have little energy after their hard work and would soon tire themselves out.The opposite happened. The inmates threw themselves into football and everything to do with it. Everything was organized; a copy of FIFA’s rule handbook, was, along with Karl Marx’s Das Kapital the most popular book in the prison library. Every result was recorded as were every yellow and red card and every disciplinary action. Referees were examined and players were registered, official letters were exchanged.


Fishing nets became nets of another kind at weekends as a league began to take shape. Most of the teams formed followed membership of the different political organizations in the prison. The Pan- African Congress and the African National Congress had their differences off the pitch but the game of football had them co-operating and working together, a lesson, if one may be so trite, for the future governance of the country as a whole.

But there was one team that was open to anyone and didn’t care which faction you belonged to as long as you had what it took on the dusty pitch - which Mandela could watch through the bars until the authorities blocked the view by building a wall to stop players passing messages to him. Manong FC drew its ranks from all walks of prison life and prospered because of that fact. Manong won eight out of nine titles and even featured current South African President Jacob Zuma.

Robben Island's football association has been written about in the book ‘More than Just a Game’ by Prof. Chuck Korr and Marvin Close, which was also turned into a movie.

So if you are already fed up with the World Cup, forget all the hype around it, all the money spent and wasted around it and for a moment think of the pride of the people of South Africa who, only a few years ago, would have never dreamt to be free to host an international event of this kind and remember that no other sport can bring so many people together as football.



In April 2007, Makana FA was awarded with the honorary FIFA membership. Makana FA was established during the dark years of Apartheid by prisoners incarcerated on Robben Island.

Friday, 13 November 2009

For the love of ...

…my son I went to a football match for the first time in my life. I mean, a proper football match, not one of my son’s or daughter’s usual Saturday games. It was part of his 16th birthday present and his father was supposed to take him. But unfortunately (and conveniently) last Tuesday evening daddy was late or stuck in traffic (or both?) and it was up to me to take over this duty.


I was actually feeling rather unwell and I was hoping that being the evening so cold my son would desist too. But then I remembered a post I had read in lovely Jane’s blog The Small Fabric Of My Life about creating good memories for our children and I decide to take him. After all, it was only Leeds and there was too much to drive.


Covered with 5 layers of clothing there I was among shouting and chanting fans. My son’s favourite team lost but it was a good match (so he said at least!) and to tell the truth I quite enjoyed it. Or maybe I just enjoyed a bit of bonding with my very demanding teenage son.

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

At the end of the rainbow



At the end of the rainbow there is said to be a pot of gold. I’ve just seen a beautiful rainbow but couldn’t find any gold! Just a bunch of loud girls playing football….Too bad!



The one on the right (wiht the red socks) is my daughter, who’s now officially my boss, as I’m officially her personal taxi driver….