Tuesday

Bolo (Football, or Soccer)

Brazil, France, England, Germany, Cameroon, Uruguay, Italy, Argentina, and others, are all great football nations. They have been playing football for a very long time and some of them have even won World Cup Tournaments.

On the African continent, Cameroon, Nigeria, Senegal, Morocco, Egypt, and recently South-Africa, have promising squads and can compete with and whip the best of them.

Cameroon was the first African team to reach the World Cup quarter finals, and the first African team to beat Brazil. I congratulate them, and wish them the best. All of us were shaken by the devastating death of Foé in France in June 2003 (Coupe des Confédérations).

Where does that leave Likoena (Crocodiles), the Lesotho squad? They recently lost 3-0 to Senegal, and have beaten South-Africa and other African power-houses before. Likoena is not, however, winning consistently enough to deserve the international spotlight.

We are a small country, and an international spotlight for Likoena, Lesotho football, or any other team sport for that matter (but especially bolo), would mean quite a lot. It would mean the local talent [I was part of that local talent ... I know it's there ... doggone it ...] would be seen and recognised, and that therefore we would/might/could/whatever/ have players playing abroad. Players playing abroad means chelete (money)!

Money for the player, first, and secondly, publicity for other players, and thirdly publicity for the country as a whole.

"Le... what? Where's that? What? 2 million inhabitants? You mean, that little spot on the map is not a former Bantustan?! No? Well, I'll be damned." It is true, we are unknown. People overseas think we're a province of South-Africa. I've been talking my mouth dry here in France where I live, telling them of how we've never been part of South-Africa.

For a small country like Lesotho it would, I was saying, mean a lot of things, not least of which are:
1. pump up our sagging pride by showing us that we, too, can do it ,
2. open up Lesotho to the world's sports scouters, journalists,
3. get lots of hooligans going to Lesotho to see their teams lose and to spend chelete (money) on joala (local beer).