Football Zambia | Fud

As the team celebrated, Coach Banda picked up his clipboard. On the back, he wrote three words: Plant anyway.

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Coach Banda slammed his clipboard against the metal roof of the bus. The sound cracked through the murmuring. fud football zambia

Coach Banda threw the tactics board aside. “Forget the formation. Forget the money. Forget the Congolese witch. Second half, you run. You run for the man next to you. You run for the empty chair in the stands where your father used to sit. You run for the simple, stupid joy of kicking a ball.” As the team celebrated, Coach Banda picked up his clipboard

He looked at Emmanuel. Then at James. Then at the coach. Coach Banda slammed his clipboard against the metal

“They say he’s a witch,” whispered the goalkeeper, Mulenga, pulling on his gloves. “He scored four goals last week and a chicken died on the pitch.”

“Listen to yourselves!” he shouted, his voice a low gravel. “We are not playing rumors. We are not playing back-pay. We are playing football.”