Up on the roof of the hotel, Essien’s teammates are getting their hair cut. When the barber finishes his work, they check their reflection in the mirror and dream of how they will look on TV when they score the winning goal in the approaching semi-finals. A lucrative move to a European club and then, like Mike, the world will sing their name.
In a restaurant, on Luanda’s fashionable Miami Beach, PUMA Football meets two gifted young players who exist just slightly below the Black Stars in the game’s food chain. The boys arrived from England six months ago to play professional football in Angola having been spotted by an agent while on trial at Manchester United.
Junior, a Brazilian born 20-year-old Cristiano Ronaldo lookalike, admits he misses his family and friends but says that this was an opportunity too great to turn down. In a broad Yorkshire accent, his mate Igor agrees, playing here in Africa simply gives you an experience you couldn’t get elsewhere. Their plan is to spend a couple of seasons here and then secure a move back to Europe. Neither has given up the dream of playing for Manchester United.
A couple of miles away, on a rusty tin can strewn clay pitch, a gaggle of kids hare after a football. A few wear mismatching boots, others play in socks or just barefoot. Regardless, they tear around with a wild intensity, flying into tackles or leaping into the air to attempt bicycle kicks before landing in the dust. They dream of becoming international stars until the ball squirts under the tyre of a slow moving SUV and, with horrible inevitability, it pops. A simpler metaphor for the dreams of so many footballers you couldn’t wish for but as the Cup of Nations reaches the do or die stage, one or two young players just might become superstars overnight.