We're cheering for Ghana in the World Cup. Cheering. Cheering.End of regulation. Tied.
End of extra time, and it's still tied. Oh, and it's breaking our hearts, every second that ticks off the clock, the failed strikes, so close.
Uruguay misses the fourth.
Ghana misses.
In Ghana, they've shut down all business. Closed the shops and markets. Diverted electricity to accommodate every single television in the country. They're all watching.
I almost look away during Uruguay's fifth penalty, invested in the outcome for the state of an entire people, the hope of a continent, collective held breath, hearts laid open on the line.
Both teams are in agony, hands to their faces or held out in an entreaty of prayer.
Ah.
Ah.
Papa is in Ghana on this day. We are here, so far away. Bound for a few short hours to the hope of an entire nation.
The Momgoose - fan of World Cup
1 comment:
Here's the follow-up on the Ghanaian team: they were welcomed home as Heroes! Win or lose, it's part of the game. Ghana celebrated just the same.
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