Just A Game/Andres Escobar Revisited
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Everyone is looking forward to the World Cup in Japan and Korea but spare a thought for the victim of a mindless crime that occurred eight years ago.
This poem © Crispin Thomas, is an emotional account of a terrible day for football and humanity.
“The World Cup in America, nineteen ninety four,
USA – Colombia, do you recall the score?
And over in the Rose Bowl, the fevers running high,
While on the streets, of Medellin, it’s near to do or die.
Colombia were on a roll, the moment it was now,
Their road would be of glory, to sweet success somehow.
I speak of Andres Escobar, I shudder at his name,
The linchpin in a strong defence, and known throughout the game.
They called him ‘Caballero’, the football gentleman,
In soccer crazy bars and homes, and right across the land.
In front of ninety thousand fans, Colombia v The States,
The stadium heaved to anthem songs, behind the long closed gates.
The minutes gone were thirty three , Colombia’s stubborn wall,
Is broken by a hopeful cross, it looked like Andres’ ball.
But as he stretched to intercept, the ball spun fast away,
It clipped his boot and in the net, it landed on that day.
An own goal of extreme bad luck, the sorry deed was done,
And one that proved, to be his last, Columbia lost 2-1.
Their World Cup dream now over, disaster in one game,
While friends stood by, a finger dark, sought out, the one, to blame.
With Med’lin’s current murder rate, some twenty odd a day,
His only ever World Cup goal, would prove the price to pay.
Eliminated, they returned, to jeers instead of praise,
And Andres’ goal, cost him his life, within the next ten days.
July the first, a night club, where high up on a hill,
They shot him like a dog that night, and Escobar lay killed.
Own goal, own goal, they shouted, as he sat in his car,
At point blank range, six times they fired, outside the Padua Bar.
On Medellin’s streets, they argue still, on such a way to go,
A hit man or a drunken rage, but we will never know.
A country rife with drugs and guns, so meaningless and sad,
How can there be, his father cried, some people quite so bad.
That they could kill, my gentle son, that they, his life could take,
All for a moment in a game, all for one brief mistake.
And now while politicians, and drug lords wine and dine,
The coke cartels and hit men, come thick at any time.
Think then upon, the price of life, the money and the dream,
Those sexy football lifestyles, aren’t always how they seem.
And on those dusty pitches on Sundays you can see,
By breeze block slums with washing hung, the dream of breaking free.
And still they talk of that World Cup, and of the fateful day,
When Escobar, stretched out too far, against the USA.
As you have realised, I’m talking about the murder of Andres Escobar.
Colombia were in excellent form before the World Cup. They met USA in a first round game at the Rose Bowl in California. When the scores were level at 1-1, Andres Escobar, the Colombian defender inadvertently put the ball into his own net to put USA ahead. A shock result which sent USA into the second round but Colombia out of the tournament.
All the blame was put onto Escobar but even if he hadn’t been there USA would have still scored.
Of course, everyone was to be disappointed but what happened next was inexcusable. Ten days later, back home in Medellin, the 27-year-old defender was shot 12 times in the chest, execution-style, by the bodyguard of an angry fan.
“Thanks for the goal!” he snarled, and shot him dead. All because of an own-goal.
The killer of Escobar, is serving a 42 year prison sentence but it hasn’t been totally dismissed the possibility that the slaying was ordered by Mafiosi who may have lost millions in bets as a result of Escobar’s error.
The death of one of Colombia’s most promising players certainly had an impact on the team. They never appeared as confident as before although officials deny that this is a fear of making a mistake which could see the player pay the ultimate price. Maybe the thought of what happened to Escobar is one of the reasons Colombia haven’t reached this years World Cup.
No-one ever wants to see this happen again. It puts football into context, people are passionate about the game but under no circumstances should results be more important than life.
A’Rio
The poem above is © Crispin Thomas and comes from the website www.footballpoets.org. Visit their excellent site to read pages upon pages of poems just related to football. This summer they are running World Cup Haikus so their site is well worth a visit.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
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Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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26th May 2024 at 2:30 pm
Hi Denys…
Re Man City:
OK it was 20 years ago but Criag Wilson did write this and a few others on them back in 04/05.
BTW I’m more Forest Green Rover since 2014 (and Chelsea) these days . I drum and am a standing season ticket holder .
Best
Crispin
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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23rd April 2024 at 4:03 pm
Hi Denys
With you all the way on the abolition of FA Cup replays. What are they doing to the game?
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