23 February 2021 | Opinion
While football administrators took turns for trips to Cameroon (Chan) and Mauritania (Afcon), the game of football itself remains on a downward spiral, with no end in sight for the perpetual regression.
It is treasonous that the very officials who are presiding over the dormancy of our football would, without a grain of shame, claim travel allowances for championships where Namibian football teams only show up to humiliate themselves and all of us.
We became the whipping boys of African football because the fat cats who masquerade as our football leaders have no interest in anything other than lining their pockets while footballers, the actual assets of the game, go to bed wondering where their next slice of bread will come from.
And speaking of going to bed, how do those in charge of the game sleep at night knowing they are stealing a living by getting paid for presiding over the death of our football?
They are being paid for robbing footballers of a living – a stalking irony. The squabbles that preceded the death of Namibian football were rooted in parochial self-gratification rather than in developing the game to the benefit of the nation.