It's 1986 and my father is shouting for Argentina, prompting me to run to he sitting room. I am 9 years old and it is summer in England. Our comfortable home on Purley Avenue is bright and daddy is watching the World Cup.
Because my father supported Argentina, I have been supporting Argentina or Brazil, ever since. I also crammed all the counries in South America and their capital cities. It is because of these sentimental attachments that I supported Mexico during the World Cup opening match of 2026. 40 years later and my heart is still drawn towards this country.
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It was in 2006 that I visited Mexico City and after writing several poems to capture my feelings, I revisit them at times. I revisit the memories that are still vivid. I remember the conversations, the streets, the shops, the sleet and standing out as a black person by the pyramids. I remember all of it.
Mexico beat South Africa and this was a personal victory for me, because 40 years later, I needed this win.
This is my time for a win.
Bless!
Bev
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