Home and abroad, football was on the menu this weekend, being served in all flavours. Here at WWLTW, though, we like it best in one particular shade, namely, the ‘weird’ — and, thankfully, we did have enough of that.
Join us feast, then!
By: Sammie Frimpong & Joshua Ansah
LOVE REIGNS SUPREME IN GHANA’S PREMIER LEAGUE
The biggest sign of love, they say, is a determined refusal to leave your partner behind, the acceptance of their weaknesses, and making efforts to help them catch up — well, at least that’s the definition sold us by the latest Ghana Premier League matchday. In a string of amazing games, it was all hugs and kisses as clubs in the top half decided to ease off a bit so their less fortunate peers could catch up. Quite spectacularly, all but one in the former category failed to win their games in fulfilling their individual roles in this rather affectionate exercise. Well, in no spirit to ruin the prevailing feeling of goodwill, WWLTW can only urge them to keep spreading the love.
EUROPE AT AFRICA’S FEET
The final of the 2016 European Championship on Sunday was anything but, er, European, with Africa gatecrashing the party in style. As few as 17 of all players available to both finalists, France and Portugal, had ties with the Dark Continent, and the contest was ultimately decided by Eder (originally from Guinea-Bissau, a country that’s only just sealed its place at a first-ever major international tournament). Heck, even minnows like São Tomé and Príncipe were represented at the party! Small consolation for all the gold and stuff stolen from us centuries ago, no?
What do you call a weekend when you play in a major tournament final, get injured and sob your way into everyone’s hearts, turn into the heroic title-winning captain who doubles as shadow-manager on the touchline, and — even amid the ensuing euphoria — remembering to pay your taxes afterwards?
Ladies and gentlemen… Cristiano Ronaldo!
Yes, we all love the brilliant footballer Lionel Messi is and, yes, most of us are saddened by the ugly summer he’s having. Still, the world, over the weekend, gallantly refused to prove the messed-up lot Messi’s club, Barcelona, wished to convert us into with that brazen Twitter campaign just to make their little Mozart feel a little better about himself: namely, puppets ready to dance to every tune Messi plays, even those with the huge let’s-earn-loads-and-skip-the-tax-part chorus. Oh no, Barca — #WeAreAllNotLeoMessi
PICTURE OF THE WEEK