Moute at the World Cup

I always dreamed about going to the World Cup, and what an experience it would be. And I can’t think of a better way to do it than go to the first ever World Cup held in Africa. So I’m here in South Africa, ready to go and blog about it, and live the dream for the first time.


Roger Milla, hero of Cameroon’s 1990 World Cup campaign.

You need to understand: Soccer is like a religion here in Africa. Almost everybody plays, no matter if they live in the urban cities or rural villages. Cameroon, my country, has always been one of the best soccer teams in Africa, participating in multiple World Cups (1982, 1990, 1994, 1998, 2002).

The best memory of the team, which is nicknamed the Indomitable Lions, is when they reached the quarterfinals in 1990. That was the first time an African team went that far in the competition, and my first experience with the World Cup. Me and my brothers were too young to go, but I remember watching TV, trying to see my dad, who went. I also remember looking at the pictures later when I was older, and it just seemed like a wonderful experience.

For me, this is the experience of a lifetime, and for the weeks I am in South Africa, you guys will be able to live it through my eyes. I look forward to the different activities before and after games, all the different dances and songs from the countries and cultures represented. The crazy fans like the English hooligans, the Brazilians dancing the samba outside the stadiums. Also looking forward to visiting the prison where Nelson Mandela was held and — who knows — maybe meeting him, which is probably going to be impossible.

But as they say in my country, « Impossible is not Cameroonian! »