AFRICA IS A COUNTRY

Here in Maputo there’s only one thing on tonight: Portugal’s clash with Spain in the semi-finals of Euro 2012. Fancy bars are pushing up their cover prices and there are images of Cristiano Ronaldo all over the city centre. All the matches in the tournament have been watched with interest here, but when Cristiano Ronaldo stooped to head Portugal to victory against the Czech Republic last week, most Mozambican football fans were on their feet, whooping and high-fiving one another as though it were the Mambas, their own selecção, that had triumphed.

After that game, I suggested — much too loudly — that Ronaldo is still some way off the level of play sustained by his nemesis, Lionel Messi. This heresy draws scowls from all corners of the pub and I am soon put to rights as to Ronaldo’s undeniable superiority. I admit that I am surprised to find such fervour attached to the football team of Mozambique’s former coloniser. We Scots tend to root for a shape-shifting nation by the name of “ABE” (Anyone But England) in such competitions, with our own side still languishing in the doldrums. “The Portuguese are our brothers,” my friend explains. “And of course, there was Eusébio.”

In a typically illuminating piece, Laurent Dubois yesterday looked at how the ongoing Euro championship offers a window into “how histories of immigration have reshaped the world of European football”. Dubois is acutely sensitive to how international football provides a stage for the creation of national symbols and myths. He writes:

During international football competitions like the European Cup, eleven players briefly become their country, for a time, on the pitch. A nation is a difficult thing to grasp: unpalpable, mythic, flighty. Historians might labor away to define the precise contours of a country’s culture and institutions, and even sometimes attempt to delineate it’s soul, while political leaders try mightily (and persistently fail) to stand as representatives of it’s ideals. But in a way there is nothing quite so tactile, so real, as the way a team represents a nation: during their time on the pitch, they have in their hands a small sliver of the country’s destiny. And in those miraculous and memorable moments when individual trajectories intersect with a national sporting victory, sometimes biographies and histories seem briefly to meld. At such moments, the players who inhabit the crossroads of sporting and national history – Maradona in 1986, Zidane in 1998 – become icons, even saints.

In Maputo, soccer’s communion of saints is presided over by Eusébio, the local boy. With Eusébio as the totem for the great Portuguese side of the 1960s, Mozambicans developed the enduring attachment to the Portuguese national team that will see them cheering on Paulo Bento’s players later today. Nicknamed “Os Magriços”, Eusébio’s side enjoyed an enthralling run to third-place at the 1966 World Cup, and around that period many other Mozambicans joined him in the red and green: players such as Mário Coluna (pictured above with Eusébio and the European Cup, Coluna captained the team at the 1966 World Cup, played in five European finals with Benfica, and later became president of the Mozambican Football Association and Minister for Sport), the extraordinary forward Matateu (who scored 218 goals in 289 Primeira Liga games for FC Beleneses), and Matateu’s brother Vicente Lucas (whom Pelé called the greatest defender he had ever faced) Hilário da Conceição, and Alberto da Costa Pereira. Together they could have made Mozambique a fearsome force in world football, but at the time there was no independent Mozambican nation, and no Mozambican national side to play for. Yet if there was something coercive about Mozambique’s golden generation representing the country that had colonised them, Mozambicans still felt a great thrill at seeing their countrymen becoming world-beaters. The bond with the vehicle for that pride — the Portuguese national team — still holds.

Not all former colonies can look back to such a moment, and yet for the most part it seems that African fans retain a surprising affection for old colonisers when it comes to international tournaments. Apparently in South Africa pretty well everyone was, as usual, behind Hodgson’s team. This is probably as much to do with SuperSport’s ongoing conquest of the South African weekend by means of the English league (and players who have excelled in it during its rise such as Steven Gerrard and Wayne Rooney) as it is with old colonial ties. It will be interesting to see, as immigration continues to shape the European game, whether these loyalties begin to fracture. Ghanaian affection for England may have taken on more of an edge in this tournament with Danny Wellbeck starring for them, but in their quarter final Italy fielded an even better Ghanaian striker in Mario Balotelli.

Top tweeter @Kweligee said he reckoned he was one out of a total of possibly just two Kenyans, worldwide, who reveled in Scottish-style schadenfreude as England were beaten by Italy at the weekend. He suggested that our glee was the cheapest possible expression of our postcolonial condition. Yet isn’t there something enjoyable about choosing to flout the Anglophone broadcasting edict according to which one must cheer for England as a matter of public decency, and stubbornly backing “Johnny Foreigner” instead?

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10 thoughts on “Euro 2012 Semi-Final Preview: Mozambique vs Spain

  1. Nice riff off Dubois, but from the title I thought this post was going to get into how many men on the Portuguese squd have African origins, the implications of this for Portugal national identity and so on. Maybe next time? Love the photo of Benfica’s Mozambican stars Eusebio and Coluna with the European (Champions’) Cup.

  2. @Yao Kouassi Quality over quantity on twitter, always. Plus he’s definitely tweeted way more than that.

    @peteralegi I think at the moment we’d need someone familiar with Cabo Verdean-Portuguese history/relations to write that one. I also think Dubois has kinda said it re Euro national identities – I’m asking, what about non-Euro ones?

  3. Top tweeter, my foot!

    I believe @kweligee prefers the titles: infantilist tweeter, or, Stalinist tweeter. Or just Stalinist.

    And in his defense, he deletes tweets frequently, always hoping to keep the number of tweets under 500—which is readable to anyone who accidentally runs into his account. Or you could say—in Stalinist fashion—that he “disappears” tweets to Siberia.

    In addition to rooting against England, @kweligee also now roots against Spain. Because they are so boring—what with their death by a thousand passes!

  4. Side note re: Afro-Portuguese lineage. Phenotypically, I’m clearly Afro-European, of some sort, and watching the match yesterday on the Spanish side of the Spanish Portuguese border, many Spaniards openly assumed I was a Portuguese infiltrator.

  5. Nice piece, I did not know Coluna and the others. On the current Portugues side though, Cape Verde is the main provider: Nani, Silvestre Varela, Rolando, Manuel Fernandes.
    Immigration reshaped even African football. In the current Senegalese team, 3 players are from Cape Verde ancestry: Mickael Tavares, Jacques and Ricardo Faty.
    Cheers
    Xavier

    • So were we Italians . . . not for any love of CR7, but to avoid La Furia Roja and have a better chance of winning the title. Thanks also to Xavier for pointing out the changing nature of African national identities in football — very interesting and important. We need to know A LOT more about this.

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