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Xan Rice in Juba, Sunday 10 July 2011
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| A South Sudanese man dons a shirt made of the new national flag during his country's match against Tusker in the capital, Juba. Photograph: Pete Muller/AP |
A new country needs many things: passports, stamps, a currency, an international dialling code, to name a few. For Republic of South Sudan, there was a further urgent priority – a football team.
As part of
the independence celebrations, a friendly against a Kenyan premier league team,
Tusker, was scheduled on Sunday. But who would play for the new national side?
First, a call went out to the four or five southerners who regular represented
the old, united Sudan, as it was before succession on Saturday. However, most
players are contracted to clubs in Khartoum and could not get permission to
leave.
But James
Joseph could. The tall, veteran striker for the national team was playing for a
club in Goa, India, when he received the urgent call to go home. He did not
think twice, paying his own way to Juba, via Dubai and Nairobi.
"I
felt so lucky to be able to play for my own country at last," said Joseph,
who is originally from the southern town of Nimule, but grew up in Khartoum
during the 21-year civil war.
His
teammates that joined him at the 10-day training camp were all locally based.
Among them
was Joseph's strike partner, Khamis Leiluno, a barrel-chested 23-year-old from
Wau, who was also the team captain. He spoke no English – the official working
language of the new republic – but was apparently prolific in front of goal.
"We
are ready to tell the world that South Sudan is around," he said.
Translating
for him was midfielder Justin Wani, who casually mentioned that his father was
killed during the war with the north. The last line of defence was goalkeeper
Yahaya Abas. He plays for a club in Juba, though not for money. "Here we
play for the love of the game," he said.
But this
game – the country's first – was about more than love. It was about forging
unity, said the coach, Malis Soro. For all its togetherness in rejecting the
oppression from the north, South Sudan is made up dozens of ethnicities and
still lacks a real national identity. "Football is a medium to bring
people together," Soro said, sitting under a tree at the White Nile Lodge,
a dozen footballs and stacked orange cones at his feet.
So, a
squad, a coach, a team hotel and a team bus – or rather two battered minibuses
that normally served as collective taxis. But what of a uniform? Soro pointed
to two sets of jersey hanging from one of the player's doors: one red, the
other white and green. They had been bought from shops in Dubai and Uganda, he
said. The words "South Sudan" had been ironed on the back, and small
flag on the front. Some had already peeled off.
A sponsor?
He laughed.
But the
team's home field did have sponsors, including Chinese and Malaysian petroleum
firms working in South Sudan's rich oilfields. They had paid Chinese
contractors to renovate Juba's main stadium, built on the Nile's banks in 1962.
The pitch had been relaid, and was now a lush emerald green. Floodlights had
been erected – a standout feature in a city without streetlights – and new
chairs installed.
The seating
capacity was around 1,600, said Daniel Abas, treasurer of Juba's football
association. Hundreds more people could stand, he said. Asked about tickets, he
replied that entrance would be free.
"When
we decide that the number inside is enough we will close the doors and say
'Enough'. The police will do their work."
Despite
their captain's confidence, the players acknowledged that their first game
together would be tough. Their height – many southerners are extraordinarily
tall – may be an asset in basketball, but not necessarily in football. Indeed,
coach Soro said their playing style would be less like Barcelona, his favourite
team, than a physical English side.
Was he
nervous? "Yes. I'm a coach – I am supposed to win."
Early in
the game on Sunday night, in front of an enthusiastic crowd, it looked as if he
might. But after taking the lead, his team scored an own goal, then the Kenyan
team doubled their tally. A second own goal made it 3–1. Still, the crowd was
not too perturbed. It had not been a bad weekend.

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