A CHAMPIONS LEAGUE MEMORY WITH ZEPH YEBO NG'OLOLIN

Photo/pinterest: Champions trophy. 

By Thomas Chemelil

Saturday evening finds me glued to our popular HD screen in the hood. I am so excited by the impending clash between the Madrid fellas and the overated Liverpool led by their Egyptian Pharaoh, Mo Salah.



Like the Egyptian god Osiris, Mohammed Salah walks into the pitch astute as an ancient pyramid. A wave of excitement sweeps through the enthusiastic crowd of Liverpool fans as they bow in honour of their god, Moha Salah.

Suleiman Mane walks into the pitch, his dark hue momentarily taking away the glow from Salah's radiant entry. 

Christiano Ronaldo, the great Portuguese explorer who roams the turbulent sea of the football pitch without fear, walks in majestically. He shines, in the words of Shakespeare, like a rich jewel in an Ethiops ear!

I see the ebony Marcello arrive in the pitch stoically, obviously aware that this is another carnival in Rio. 

Sergio Ramos saunters into the pitch with a sly, wry smile. Little do we know that he plans to destroy the image of an Egyptian god in Salah. It is the turning point of the game when Liverpool fans see their god in tears. 

Believe me; It is one thing to cry and another to see your god in tears. It broke many a soul in the Liverpool side. 

Yet the night was not through before Zinedine Zidane, the French aristocrat, introduced a bale of Bale into the pitch. In a classic move that will be edged in our memories, he swung into the air in a magical bicycle kick to kiss the Liverpool net.

For once, I saw lonely Liverpool fans walk forlonly despite their bravado of never walking alone. 

As if on cue, Zeph Yebo Ng'ololin walks in as if to justify Bale's cruel goal. He sees me seated in my corner of the 'Stadium'.

"Evening Chief Priest", he greets enthusiasitically.

"Evening Yebo", I answer. 

The mandatory entry fee of a large soda in hand, we soon delve into matters football. We again move to TMS INTERNATIONAL news. KpkanaChong KwomboSharon, Phillaries Chebii and other TMS luminaries float into our discussion. 

In the end, Real Madrid prove that they are the real thing. Not even the torrents of tears of the entire Liverpool fans could wash away the pain in the hearts of the followers of EPL. For the umpteenth time, Spanish soccer reigned supreme over English Football. I hope you know the difference.

It is time to say goodbye to Zeph Yebo Ng'ololin. I head to my abode which is a stone-throw away. Mandago's street lights illuminate my heart with their radiant twinkles.

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