Essien’s Style

Celebrated Ghanian soccer star, Michael Essien, made it to Vanity Fair’s list of best dressed soccer players. The Chelsea midfielder is noted for his ” decidedly refined aesthetic in plaid shirts, velveteen vests, and single-button jackets.”

Essien is joined by colleagues Samuel Eto’o, Cristiano Ronaldo and fellow Ghanaian Danny Welbeck who plays for Man United. For more details on the best dressed soccer list visit

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Hate hijacks soccer

The sight of European hooligans fearlessly, even proudly hurling racial epithets at Black soccer stars gets my goat! But it is seeing pain etched on the faces of Kevin Prince Boateng and Boatelli as they confront the Nazi gnats in the stands that fills me with primal rage.

I have tried to suppress the bile rising in me to understand why it is suddenly fashionable to brandish swastikas and call Blacks monkeys- I come up with naught. I have tried to understand why the referees, coaches or FIFA do not adapt a more stringent stand against the racist groups that hijack stands and shred the reputation of the beautiful game called soccer…

These racist incidents are prevalent in Italy where the economy has tanked and unemployment is widespread. So perhaps the hate that is unleashed during soccer matches is the only release the angry youth can muster against a country that is slipping from their control. However, the current debacle that Italy is in has more to do with myopic government policies and nothing to do with the Black players exhibiting their talent on a green turf.

I have wanted to get into the locus of this issue to understand what is fueling the rise of hate in football but a senior writer at ESPN beat me to the punch. In the article below, Wright Thompson skillfully peels back the layers of Mussolini’s influence, the desperation of youth and the threat of immigration to expose Italy’s shame.

When The Beautiful Game Turns Ugly

Right up until he started quoting Hitler and dropping N-bombs, my new friend was a great dude. I’ll call him The Hooligan. A more generous host would be hard to find. Soon after we met, he made sure we stopped at the one place in town that served Campari correctly. He speaks eight languages, and seemed nothing like the Hellas Verona fans I’d read about, the neo-fascist, neo-Nazi, racist thugs. The Hooligan insisted the Veronese just have a dark sense of humor and refuse to wear the yoke of modern political correctness.

Now we are headed toward the terraces of the stadium. Soon I’ll be packed in with the hard-core fans, three people for every seat, chest to back, eyes burning from smoke bombs. Near the entrance to the stands, I ask The Hooligan to translate any chants hurled down at the players. He is an old-school soccer thug, not on a first-name basis with impulse control. His eyes are slate blue, and his face has darkened with intensity as kickoff approaches. His voice is a sharp blade.

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The ghost of Mussolini rides through the swampland he turned into farms, the sound of his bike’s engine going tom-tom-tom in the dark. Some locals swear it’s real. A famous Italian novelist, Antonio Pennacchi, saw the ghost when he was a child. Many still love Mussolini in Latina, one of the towns the dictator built south of Rome after draining the marshes. The old cab driver remembers not having to lock your door when Il Duce ran the country. The municipal building is still shaped like an M, in his honor, a reminder of a past that cannot be seen unless you fly high over the confusion below.

 Pennacchi lectures me that American democracy is not morally superior. What Mussolini did in Africa, we did to the Indians. What Mussolini did to the Jews, we did to the African-Americans. He barks when I ask him to put the nostalgia for fascism in context with the epidemic of racist chants in soccer stadiums, especially the slurs against black AC Milan stars Kevin-Prince Boateng and Mario Balotelli.

 ”You are simplifying!” he says.

 He stands up, imitating the way Balotelli appeals for a foul to the officials, moving around like he’s been shot, the curse words flying in Italian.

 ”Balotelli is an asshole,” he says. “No matter his color, he’s an asshole.”

 The steam runs out.

 ”We are all assholes,” he says. “Man is a beast.”

 Pennacchi goes outside and sinks into a plastic chair, lighting a Marlboro. He exhales a big cloud of smoke, inhaling back through his nose, quoting a philosopher I don’t know.

 ”The Hitler inside every one of us,” he says. “The good and the bad are mixed inside.”

 He ashes his cigarette.

 ”The road to civilization is very long,” he says.

  ”How about, ‘You’re a f—ing n—–’?” he says, and we walk inside.


I’ve given up hope of ever fully understanding the fractured things I saw while chasing the Serie A soccer circus around Italy. Let me be honest. I got sent to write about racism, which I found in staggering amounts. But Italy isn’t like America, and racism there is tied into a thousand years of feuds, and hatred of anyone different, even if they’re from only a few miles away, and fascism, and the recent wave of immigration. That’s all in here, but it’s unfair to hide my predicament, which became clear after only a day or two. I’d fallen into a parallel universe of contradictions.

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African Soccer Studs

Young. Black.Talented. Andrew Ayew is the son of Ghana’s football legend, Abedi  Pele. When Andre came into soccer scene, many assumed that he was riding on his father’s fame but, after his brilliant performance at the 2009 U-20 World Cup, he earned bragging rights as a veritable soccer star. He currently plays for Marseille and is the father of a baby girl. We love him for being a laser striker, mature beyond his 23 year age.

Kevin Prince Boateng. Passionate. Skilled and strong willed.
The German born midfielder gained international renown when he made the controversial decision to play for Ghana instead of Germany during the 2010 World Cup. With his unbridled passion for sport and country on display, Ghana made it to the quarter finals.  We love this tattoed stud for walking off the pitch when racist slurs we hurled at him during a game with an Italian team. He is not married.

Emmanuel Emenike’s prowess on the field has him on the radar of the notable European teams. He currently plays for Spartak Moscow but it is rumored that he is about to be nabbed by Liverpool or Chelsea. He is the lead scorer of the Nigerian national team, the Super Eagles, and without his striking performance in the 2013 Africa Cup of Nations, Nigeria may not have won the cup. He earns about 12MM Euros a year. He is single.

In a sport dominated by West and North Africans, Victor Wanyama is a rarity.
The Kenyan is one of the few men from East Africa who are good at a non-track and field sport. He plays defense for the Scottish Premier League Celtic.  Only 21 years old, his relationship status can only be assumed as ‘having fun’.

Alain Traore is the reason why Burkina Faso made it to finals at the 2013 AFCON. The 25 year-old FC Lorient striker strained his thigh when playing with Zambia, but he joined the team for the final match against Nigeria. Eventhough they failed to win the title, Traore’s fearless play sealed his reputation as one of best players in the tournament.

Demba Ba is a devout Muslim. Born in France to Senegalese parents. He is a striker for Chelsea and. We love him for his PDF ( public display of faith) as he celebrates his goals by dropping on his knees to recite a quick prayer to Allah. He also demonstrated his sense of humor in a recent addidas campaign where he and some of his team mates were painted blue to promote Chelsea’s new kit. He is a married and loves to shoot darts.
John Mikel Obi. The Nigerian midfielder used to play for MANU, but since 2006, he has been playing for Chelsea, earning approximately 23million Euros a year. Born on April 22nd 1987, the birthday boy is not married and is reputed to be seriously dating.


Yaya Toure, the Man City midfielder wowed fans with his ability to cover the pitch at break-neck speed. The Ivorian is from a strong islamic family and was once so poor he did not have enough to eat. Now he earns millions of dollars a year doing what he loves. He is also very married to a gorgeous woman called Gineba. We love him for his admission that he prefers ballads from Whitney Houston over rap.



Abdel Taarabt is catching a lot of flak for ducking from the ferocity of Shaun Maloney’s free-kick, but we love the Queens Park Rangers because he is a sight for sore eyes. He is originally from Morocco.




Sulley Muntari bleeds football, sweats football, LOVES football. The veteran Ghana Black Star midfielder also plays for Inter Milan. We love him for the charitable work that he does with his gorgeous wife, Menaye Donkor.