Feature Article of Wednesday, 15 September 2004
Columnist: J. A. Fukuor/Daily Dispatch
Countrymen and women, loyalists and opponents,
I am so enraged I feel like breaking not just plates but peoples? necks as well. I have always prayed that I will not be forced into this condition and just when I felt that my prayers were being answered, football ? and those who mismanage it in this country ? have enraged me so much that my blood is boiling inside me. I watched the last match of our senior national football team, the Black Stars. I hope you did too.
I am referring to the World Cup Qualifier with Cape Verde at the Kumasi Stadium. It was such a drab match and watching it reminded me of what we used to call ?school league? in those days. I used to play in those ?school league? matches, you know. I was such a lousy player but I was one of the best in my school. So my PE teacher, who doubled as the coach, had no choice than to field me. I used to play as a striker. Whenever I missed an opportunity to score, teacher-coach would call me to the touchline, give me six quick lashes on the butt and order me to get back on the field. After the lashes, I will ran to my position, with tears in my eye and fire on my butt, and play better. The lashes always worked.