THAT’S THE WAY THE XENOPHOBES CRUMBLE
By Akin Ojumu For me, any African team is my team. I always want an African side to win. Well, except when they face Nigeria, of course. Whenever an African nation faces a non-African nation in any sporting competition, my Africanness compels me to root for my fellow Africans. That ’ s the way it should be, ordinarily. But not in the ongoing El Mundial. Watching the Republic of South Africa fall 2-0 to Mexico in their world cup tournament opener at a packed Mexico City Stadium on Thursday, 11 June 2026, sent a sweet thrill up my leg. With every red card South Africa received and with every goal they conceded, the schadenfreude in me boils up higher and higher until it erupts in an ecstatic delight at the final whistle. I had to hold myself back from bursting out in, “Celebrate good time, c’mon. Tanranranran tan tan tan tan…” Let me be clear. My reveling in South Africa’s misfortune should not be misconstrued as my support for the El Tri. Nope. All I wanted was So...