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"THE GLOBAL GAME"
by Michael Elliott
& Simon Robinson
"How did a game that was once just a passion of Europe's industrial working
class..."
"...spread around the world until its most sublime moments became the closest
thing to an expression of a true global community there has ever been?"
There is not a single blade of grass on the football pitch just off Indepen
dence Avenue in central Accra,the capital of Ghana. Its surface is pockmarked,
and there are frightning undulations created where rivers of water wash across
the earth every time it rains.
The hard surface is covered with a thin layer of dust dotted with rocks and
sticks and wellchewed mango pits and fluttering plastic bags left over from the
market stalls that set up midfieled; knots pull straggly strings across gaping
holes, and the net is pinned to the ground with large rocks. Along the western
edge of the field stand 50 or so people, many of them kids eager for a chance
to play. Behind the crowd, wire lines hang with clothes for sale: suit jackets,
pressed trousers, colorful shirts, all of them coated with the white power that
kicks up underfoot and swirls and eddies and dies here and there across the du
sty ground.
Behind the northern goal is a makeshift bus station where minivans pull in an
ddisgorge their passengers. At the southern end is a sprawling market where wom
en squat behind tiny tables stacked high with bowls of rice and delicate litle
salted fish and large fillets, smoked dry and stiff. There are baskets and pla
stic bins full of overripe tomatoes and dried red chilies and green oranges, ne
altly stacked beansand onnions. One woman chews a mango and shouts out her pri
ces to passing shoppers.
Another saunters across the pitch, a large aluminum tub balanced effortlessly
on her head, oblivious to the game under way and the shouts from the sideline
for her to get a move on.
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