My mum used to watch all Nigerian
football matches and in my weirdness, I never wanted her to be alone; I would
sit with her through all the matches even if we didn’t know what tournament it
was.
I remember someone asking at an
event I attended if anyone could remember where they were when Samuel Okparaji
died, my hand shut up proudly, I vividly remember where I was, I was watching
him die on TV. I was sitting beside my mum as usual and she wore a stunned look
which transformed to utter sadness as he was carried away on the stretcher, she
asked me to look at how his hand dangled and said he was not going to make it.
When Nigeria roared from a 4-0
defeat to eventually level the scores with 4 goals in less than 30minutes and
went on to beat USSR on penalties ( i.e. the Daman Miracle) in 1989, I
was with my mum listening to the car stereo so we could have a live experience
of the match. This was before the days of live transmission of overseas matches,
when TV sets in homes never woke up until 4p.m and returned to sleep at 12midnight.
I also recall another experience,
this time with the whole family. We were watching a live Nigerian game (Tunisia
94) , and we were losing. During half time, my dad asked us to stand up, join
our hands together and we prayed really hard for Nigeria to win the match. When
the game returned, Nigeria gained the upper hand and played to a victorious
win. Back at home, we were hysterically jubilant as was the whole street under
us and my dad bought us a crate of minerals (soft drinks) to celebrate.
That seems to be the Nigeria of
old. Luck always shined us, favour was never far off. This made Nigerian
matches and progress in tournaments very dramatic. A current example is how we
qualified for the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.
Today, our story seems to have
changed. The hand over us seems to have turned. Our fatal fall off from the
Africa Nations Cup qualifiers cannot be explained. Although we were refreshed
with the Falcons towering over fellow African countries in South Africa, but
when they met with their Goliaths in Germany, their Davidic weapon did not
bring victory. And as if crashing out of the Olympics football game
qualifications was not enough, we returned from the London Olympics without any
medal of any colour whatsoever.
I no longer see the lucks and
favours. Is God angry with Nigeria?