Mai'khi C'Nia
NOW IT came to pass that the quadrennial sporting event dubbed the greatest show on creation came around and all across the rock, Jamdowners were in high anticipation, for they were appreciative of the beautiful game and they tend to be im-mensely passionate about it as a source of entertainment and recreational communion.
But alas, Jamdown was not to be represented at the shindig in the land of sauerkraut, for Jamdown hath not a national soccer team, nay Jamdown hath but the Reggae Boyz and they didst not measure up to international standard. Indeed many Jamdowners at home and in the Diaspora opined that whilst the administration and on-field performance of the sport were advancing in other jurisdictions all across creation, the Jamdown game hath summarily declined into a state of gross embarrassment for the people of the rock, subsequent to an aberrational sortie to the championship nigh one decade ago.
Thus Jamdowners rallied behind their adoptive nation, the defending champions and five times conqueror of the globe; yea, the same samba ballers from the land of cafezinho. A people skilled in the game of soccer, for their land was colonized by the Portuguese in 1500 following which Europeans migrants flocked to its shores attracted by an established plantation slave society which produced sugar and coffee on an overwhelming scale, and a gold rush to its inland frontier territory in the 1700s. These explorers art the origin of the present-day population distribution which consists of 55 per cent Caucasians including Portuguese, Germans, Italians, Spanish, and Polish. There is a 38 per cent mix of Caucasian and African in addition to six per cent pure-bred Africans. Toss in an undetermined quantity of Native Americans and a smattering of Japanese and Arabs and thou art faced with one of the most racially diversified societies in all creation, one having tremendous economic and social inequalities and one that hath inherited a strong tradition and reliance on football as an economic force.
A LESSON TAUGHT
Now it came to pass that the samba warriors journeyed to the tourney without a driving hunger to win but with certain arrogance and apathy which was manifested from the get go. Verily I say to ye, the football public simply expect the Brazilian "orchestra" to play every time the boys in yellow jerseys take the pitch, they expect a football lesson to be taught to any nation that dared to grace the playing surface with the masters of the game; 'tis the role, the status they hath earned unto themselves and to depart from it is a folly not easily forgiven by the gods of football fortunes.
Dearly beloved, instead of relishing a tangle with a team that humiliated them eight years ago in a championship finals and relieved them of their crown, a team they had no opportunity to repay accordingly on their way to recapturing the title subsequently, and one with which they should be itching to settle a grudge, the samba warriors failed to be respectful where it mattered most and paid the ultimate price for that indiscretion. Verily, from henceforth their ultimate objective must be to overcome the French in a World Cup tournament, for they now have a legitimate nemesis in the game whose spectre will continue to haunt them until such victory is achieved.
Hear O Jamdown for there art lessons to be learnt here, firstly there is no substitute for hard work e'en at the top of thy game, and secondly if thou art about to slay a Dragon then thou shouldst ensure that thou take thy lance with thee. Selah.
