A TRIBUTE TO SEGUN ODEGBAMI - AFRICA'S GREATEST NO 7
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A TRIBUTE TO SEGUN ODEGBAMI - AFRICA'S GREATEST NO 7
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Re: A TRIBUTE TO SEGUN ODEGBAMI - AFRICA'S GREATEST NO 7
In my own opinion, he is still Nigerias greatest footballer ever!!ROSSIKE wrote:A TRIBUTE TO SEGUN ODEGBAMI - AFRICA'S GREATEST NO 7
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cic old boy wrote:I will go as far as saying he was THE best No 7 I have ever seen.
Same here.
The mind wonders at the terrific impact Odegbami's presence on a soccer pitch would have made today.
The guy was so good a special song was recorded for him that became a 'national anthem' in Naija:
"It is a go..oal Odegbami
It is a go..oal Odegbami!"
Segun Odegbami - Mr Mathematical
I saw him for the first time on a simmering afternoon in Owerri. It was one of those days when God had turned off the air-conditioning to save energy for some other project and simply let equatorial Africa stew in her own juices. Though his name was not Chike Obi and though he held no fancy degree in Science, he was still arguably Nigeria's best known mathematician. It was at one of those inconsequential matches for the IICC Shooting Stars and the bored expressions on their faces showed it all. I mean..."Who the hell were these Spartans anyway?" One day all the boys from Ibadan had to fear east of the River Niger were armed robbers, mosquitoes the size of wasps and those pesky Rangers from Enugu. And the next day ? A new phalanx of teams created by the almost bizarre fragmentation of the country in the FGN's [1] ploy to "federalize" through "de-tribilalization". Like a Dorrito chip ferrying too much Salsa to ones mouth, the breakup was messy and the subsequent end result -- no matter how anticipated, still took some time getting used to. Simply put, we Igbos all went to bed on a Sunday night in the East Central State and on Monday morning either woke up in Anambra or Imo.
The venue for today's match was the dust bowl also known as the Owerri stadium. Used for anything from public executions, Antilogwu[2] festivals , the cities famous Catholic bazaars as well as various athletic meets and sport events; it also came complete with rusting zinc walls capable of generating instant tetanus and a sadistic security force dressed up as "Cowboys" quite capable of whipping their own Mothers if confronted. To crown this soap opera of imperfection, red dust race tracks circumventing the field blended in with the grass on the pitch causing blown calls and resulting in many a war between participant and spectator. The pot holes on the other hand, especially the ones in front of the Market side goal, and especially during the rain could have proved a worthy obstacle course for the Nigerian Army's new mechanized division. When the overloaded IICC HIACE bus turned the corner from the Okigwe Road complete with cheeky talking drums and panting in obvious effort to commence her final spurt to the stadium, we local fans sprung our ambush and set upon the creaking vehicle like Lagos Island hawkers descending on a traffic jamm to unload their wares. My semi sucked out orange delivered with the aim of a Masai warrior and the velocity of an "Ojukwu bottle"[3], exploded over the windscreen with a satisfying mush as other missiles including but not limited to, deactivated cell phones (bare corn cobs), mango pits and the occasional Fan Ice container (with unknown fillings) tattooed the vehicle with reckless abandon. Talk about a Spartan welcome! We would make them remember Owerri! Arriving 45 minutes late ! So what If they led the league in points ! How dare they? This may not be the Lions lair that Enugu was, but we could certainly make it a bee hive to remember! The justifications were as endless as was the folly and stupidity of youth.
If they were scared or fazed the Stars did not show it. Not once! They sat patiently through the "blitz", just as if this was part of their daily warm up regime as the Japanese steel withstood our savage bombardment. Finally the "Cowboy" watch dogs homed in on us and though they winked and smiled at our bravado , with a show of fake force and some well placed "bulala" [4] strokes the broke us up and the "best of the west" spilled out unto the cordoned off "visitors" warm up section. To their shock and our amusement they quickly moved on to the main pitch as soon as they found out that it had been "specially" prepared for them with a carpet of goat dropping pellets and more than one deposit of palm wine induced urine.
If I remember right I was in Class 2 then but it could have been 3, and the first thing that struck me and my "hooky" playing classmates and relatives was the chiseled frame of Segun Odegbami the Green Eagle Number 7 unfolding from the confines of the van. Later on life at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena I would meet Maradona face to face and except for him, I am yet to see the size of laps that this winger sprouted (Well maybe on a young George Weah - but I have not seen him up close and "live" and we all know that sometimes photos can be misleading). With each graceful ballet like strut his muscles locked and unlocked. Just like huge bed spring coils they tweaked and sprung like a raging sea beneath his ebony skin. This was the real deal make no bones about it and we now asked each other nervously...." Who and what army was going to contain this "uebermensch" [5] -- tribal marks, metal studs and side burns inclusive ?"
Everything he did was with lackadezic ease and reeked of total confidence. This guy had "Superstar" written all over him even then and knew it ! As we watched him juggle the ball for a cool 10 minutes using an assortment of body parts that would make a virgin blush, we looked over at our yellow and black clad Spartans and to our horror saw that they looked more like shell shocked Iraqis during "Desert Storm" rather than the Greek elite fighting force they claimed to be.I mean but who could seriously blame them? Out of the first 10 people who stepped out of the bus 1 looked like a Juju doctor while 4 played for Nigeria (2 of which would be later named to the African All-Star Squad) while the rest were all veterans of at least half a dozen Challenge Cups and a slew of other International competitions. This was going to be a long long day and the 3 Naira[6] investment for transportation from Umuahia to Owerri (as well as the 60 Kobo[6] gate fee), suddenly did not look that wise of an investment as Emeka my cousin pointed out . He felt that we should have gone to see either the band "Funkees " play at Uniccoco Hotel or "Live and Let Die" then the new Bond film at Rex Cinema. What can I say? Currently a CEO with United Bank of Africa he was frugal even then!
Rewind my mind as I may I am sorry to say that I can not tell you much about the Spartan team players. The memory banks just are not the same anymore and anyway this is really about Mr. Mathematical. In a nutshell though --- just as it was a team still bordering on kindergarten infancy it technically speaking was nothing more than a walking blue print for the soon to come Iwuanyanwu Nationale' and Enyimba teams. The spliting would continue. I do know though that it consisted of Imo born players from the Rangers and Vasco da Gama camps, the now defunct East Central State Accademical team (that had lost to Lagos State in that great 0:1 final), the Nigerian Breweries and as well as at least 1 Ghanaian who had at one time either played for " Ashanti Kotoko", or at least graced their bench. In addition to this the notorious bald headed "Pele" from Eziama High School know for his lethal " throw ins" and "in-swinging corner kicks" closed out the tip of the Spartan attack and I can say that if not all eggs vital to a Spartan victory lay in his basket ... most of them certainly did. True to our fears the IICC attack commenced even as referee's whistle still pierced the humid afternoon. There were no commercials or coming attraction trailers as we went into the feature presentation right from the first "pim" [7]. Owolabi (Eagle Number 2) tested the cross bar within the first minutes -- much to the annoyance of the termites who now called it home, and the dismay of the local fans . These guys were good and were welcoming our lads to prime time and professional football. Emeka's face changed from hamathan [8] to full thunder storm mode, as midfield dynamo Muda Lawal (RIP and Eagle Number 3) first took the whole yellow shirts from the left of the field to the right, and then vice versa causing such a traffic jamm in the middle that it would make entry into Lagos Island on an even tag day look like a simple cake walk. I say this with all honesty I have never ever seen Muda perform at the international or local level as he did against the Rangers in their classic clash of the titans, but he came pretty close on that day in Owerri. But the day belonged to Segun ... morning, afternoon and night! Within minutes everybody had congregated to the right flank of the Stadium to watch this magician without a cape and future African All Star perform. Simply judging from the fact that all the Ice cream and Suya vendors moved whenever Nr.7 changed wings (regardless of the fact that they left the shadow of their stalls) --- there was no doubt who the spotlight was on ! Even Goal Keeper Best normally a crowd darling (Eagle Number 4) would get verty little love from the popular section. At this point in my recollection it is hard to focus on things that he did not do since he did so much. Remember when Denlison came off the bench for Brazil in France 98 and fanned the ball 6 times while in motion and never loosing control? Remember when Abedi Pele zipped through the Elephant defense so fast that he left his shadow in his own half and had to go back to get it before celebrating his goal? Remember when Maradona showed the English that Argentinean Beef has as much to do with the mad cow gene as the Union Jack had to do waving over the Falklands and that the 2nd time around is really better? All that all can be deemed subtle in comparison to the stunt that Mr.Mathematical first pulled out of his top hat. Like a bat out of hell he shot down the right flank, stoping on a kobo[6] , fanning the ball, performing a half round about to the right ... and then turning out of it ... only to complete a full one to the left! In other words 2 roundabouts in one move. I mean I have seen Jay Jay Okocha pull off a complete one against Khan (the current Bayern München and DFB Goalie) while playing for Eintracht Frankfurt in the Bundesliga but "les deux" [9]?
Come on! That was a Memorex moment if I have ever had one. That summer afternoon in Owerri , Segun Odegbami would justify why a jury of the continents most noted journalists and sports writers would later on in life vote him to be the only Nigerian on the all time African XI . Not even the spectacular performance against Algeria during the 3:1 ANC victory final for Nigeria in Surulere ( where I would see him again and where Ernest Okonkwo made the nickname "Mr. Mathematical" as official as had it been on his birth certificate) could compare to the Maestro's performance that day. I mean where was he not superior? On the ground between potholes or in the air where his headers were so accurate and of such power that they could have been easily been given co starring role behind Danny Glover and Mel Gibson in "Lethal Weapon". The Spartan defenders on the other hand tugged, held, and at one point openly wrestled Odegbami as he carved them up like a hungry man does fresh fried chicken. It became so comical that I pointed out to Emeka in between the " Ehhhhhh's and Ooooooohhhhhhs " [1O] that we where actually coming out on top by witnessing our new teams maiden performance at home, as well as a pretty good Kung Fu slash action comedy drama in full color complete with surround sound and smell! Olusegun in Yoruba means "God is victorious" and though that game ended in a 1:1 draw (due to Pele pulling off a Klinsmann like flop in the 18 and Owolabis subsequent banana shot equalizer) that's exactly what he was ...a victor who had won our hearts. Mine forever! As they walked back to their bus heads held high and wet jerseys over their shoulders we cheered, clapped and stomped our feet to the old Igbo song "Nzogbu Nzogbu Enyimba Enyi" [11]. On the surface we may have been cheering the invincibility of our rag tag team but in our hearts we cheering for Segun, for the Green Eagle Stars and for Nigerian Football. The oranges now being offered by the respectful crowd were sweet and peeled, and the milk both plain or chocolate was icy and cold. Under the heat, suspicions faded, reservations melted and Yoruba and Igbo became Nigerian. One nation under one mantle ... football! The ultimate compliment I think came when Emeka and myself raced through the thin Cowboy line and simultaneously touched a startled Segun on his side before dashing on to escape into the crowd. Just like mothers who held their babies up in Zaire to see Ali so that one day they could claim that they had seen "the greatest" -- I too can now say in my old age that I once touched good old Number 7!
Segun Odegbami would be forced to retire late in 1981/early 1982 after a serious knee and patella injury turned worse due to continuous postponement of the much needed and diagnosed surgery. Ironically his younger brother Wole would later suffer an almost similar fate as well. Till then he dominated the right wing like an alpha wolf running with blind alley cats turning the IICC Shooting Stars and the Nigerian Green Eagles into house hold names on the African continent, by certifying them with countless victories as the new kids on the block.The Nigeria we see today fielding a " who is who" from the FA, Serie A or Bundesliga is without doubt the end result of total sacrifice and putting love for country before pocket and health on the part of the "old schoolers" like Odegbami, Okala, Muda and Chuckwu.
Odegbami tried to continue the same "modus operandi" away from the turf when he joined NFA's management, only to find out that they had no board room or competent infrastructure in place to help generate a league which was the then mission statement. Not flustered he stayed on and though the Pepsi League would eventaually flourish for both men and women, the noose around Nigerian football in form of the NSC's [12] inept decree 101 (which makes her a permanent back seat driver of the NFA)would slowly suffocate his efforts and erase alot of his future plans. Most notable being retirement funds and medical coverage for older players without the means to feed or treat themselves in their twilight years. Tired of the old wine in new bottles Odegbami broke ties with the NFA and tried to become her new Chairman in the last election. Unfortunately,those refusing to let old ways go within the very NFA he was trying to upgrade (now dubbed Nigeias most powerful political party) and Odegbami's close ties to the Abacha regime would be enough to torpedo that attempt. With Mathematics being the perfect science that it is, and Odegbami remaining silently but actively on the local football scene I feel it therefor can not be coincidence that there is another older wiser Olusegun playing a vital role in the reconstruction of a new Nigeria today.This must have been pre calculated by Oga Kpata Kpata [13] long ago who gave us Segun the player arguably a decade too early so that we can have Segun the Football Chairman now when we need him the most. I pray that It will be just a short matter of time before one Segun comes to the aid of theother Segun ... and literally speaking gets the ball rolling!
Translation:
[1] federal government of Nigeria [2] world famous Igbo dance troupe [3] Biafran bottle grenade [4] Nigerian horse whip [5] German for supernatural [6] Nigerian monetary unit [7] pidgin English for noise [8] cool foggy west African season dependent on the NE and the SW trade winds [9] pidgin French for twice [1O] soccer chant emphasising wicked dribble or possession ball [11] Igbo war chant mimicking the stomp of an elephant [12] Nigerian sports commission
by SUYA (27/06/2001) 2/5/2002 8:10:55 PM
I saw him for the first time on a simmering afternoon in Owerri. It was one of those days when God had turned off the air-conditioning to save energy for some other project and simply let equatorial Africa stew in her own juices. Though his name was not Chike Obi and though he held no fancy degree in Science, he was still arguably Nigeria's best known mathematician. It was at one of those inconsequential matches for the IICC Shooting Stars and the bored expressions on their faces showed it all. I mean..."Who the hell were these Spartans anyway?" One day all the boys from Ibadan had to fear east of the River Niger were armed robbers, mosquitoes the size of wasps and those pesky Rangers from Enugu. And the next day ? A new phalanx of teams created by the almost bizarre fragmentation of the country in the FGN's [1] ploy to "federalize" through "de-tribilalization". Like a Dorrito chip ferrying too much Salsa to ones mouth, the breakup was messy and the subsequent end result -- no matter how anticipated, still took some time getting used to. Simply put, we Igbos all went to bed on a Sunday night in the East Central State and on Monday morning either woke up in Anambra or Imo.
The venue for today's match was the dust bowl also known as the Owerri stadium. Used for anything from public executions, Antilogwu[2] festivals , the cities famous Catholic bazaars as well as various athletic meets and sport events; it also came complete with rusting zinc walls capable of generating instant tetanus and a sadistic security force dressed up as "Cowboys" quite capable of whipping their own Mothers if confronted. To crown this soap opera of imperfection, red dust race tracks circumventing the field blended in with the grass on the pitch causing blown calls and resulting in many a war between participant and spectator. The pot holes on the other hand, especially the ones in front of the Market side goal, and especially during the rain could have proved a worthy obstacle course for the Nigerian Army's new mechanized division. When the overloaded IICC HIACE bus turned the corner from the Okigwe Road complete with cheeky talking drums and panting in obvious effort to commence her final spurt to the stadium, we local fans sprung our ambush and set upon the creaking vehicle like Lagos Island hawkers descending on a traffic jamm to unload their wares. My semi sucked out orange delivered with the aim of a Masai warrior and the velocity of an "Ojukwu bottle"[3], exploded over the windscreen with a satisfying mush as other missiles including but not limited to, deactivated cell phones (bare corn cobs), mango pits and the occasional Fan Ice container (with unknown fillings) tattooed the vehicle with reckless abandon. Talk about a Spartan welcome! We would make them remember Owerri! Arriving 45 minutes late ! So what If they led the league in points ! How dare they? This may not be the Lions lair that Enugu was, but we could certainly make it a bee hive to remember! The justifications were as endless as was the folly and stupidity of youth.
If they were scared or fazed the Stars did not show it. Not once! They sat patiently through the "blitz", just as if this was part of their daily warm up regime as the Japanese steel withstood our savage bombardment. Finally the "Cowboy" watch dogs homed in on us and though they winked and smiled at our bravado , with a show of fake force and some well placed "bulala" [4] strokes the broke us up and the "best of the west" spilled out unto the cordoned off "visitors" warm up section. To their shock and our amusement they quickly moved on to the main pitch as soon as they found out that it had been "specially" prepared for them with a carpet of goat dropping pellets and more than one deposit of palm wine induced urine.
If I remember right I was in Class 2 then but it could have been 3, and the first thing that struck me and my "hooky" playing classmates and relatives was the chiseled frame of Segun Odegbami the Green Eagle Number 7 unfolding from the confines of the van. Later on life at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena I would meet Maradona face to face and except for him, I am yet to see the size of laps that this winger sprouted (Well maybe on a young George Weah - but I have not seen him up close and "live" and we all know that sometimes photos can be misleading). With each graceful ballet like strut his muscles locked and unlocked. Just like huge bed spring coils they tweaked and sprung like a raging sea beneath his ebony skin. This was the real deal make no bones about it and we now asked each other nervously...." Who and what army was going to contain this "uebermensch" [5] -- tribal marks, metal studs and side burns inclusive ?"
Everything he did was with lackadezic ease and reeked of total confidence. This guy had "Superstar" written all over him even then and knew it ! As we watched him juggle the ball for a cool 10 minutes using an assortment of body parts that would make a virgin blush, we looked over at our yellow and black clad Spartans and to our horror saw that they looked more like shell shocked Iraqis during "Desert Storm" rather than the Greek elite fighting force they claimed to be.I mean but who could seriously blame them? Out of the first 10 people who stepped out of the bus 1 looked like a Juju doctor while 4 played for Nigeria (2 of which would be later named to the African All-Star Squad) while the rest were all veterans of at least half a dozen Challenge Cups and a slew of other International competitions. This was going to be a long long day and the 3 Naira[6] investment for transportation from Umuahia to Owerri (as well as the 60 Kobo[6] gate fee), suddenly did not look that wise of an investment as Emeka my cousin pointed out . He felt that we should have gone to see either the band "Funkees " play at Uniccoco Hotel or "Live and Let Die" then the new Bond film at Rex Cinema. What can I say? Currently a CEO with United Bank of Africa he was frugal even then!
Rewind my mind as I may I am sorry to say that I can not tell you much about the Spartan team players. The memory banks just are not the same anymore and anyway this is really about Mr. Mathematical. In a nutshell though --- just as it was a team still bordering on kindergarten infancy it technically speaking was nothing more than a walking blue print for the soon to come Iwuanyanwu Nationale' and Enyimba teams. The spliting would continue. I do know though that it consisted of Imo born players from the Rangers and Vasco da Gama camps, the now defunct East Central State Accademical team (that had lost to Lagos State in that great 0:1 final), the Nigerian Breweries and as well as at least 1 Ghanaian who had at one time either played for " Ashanti Kotoko", or at least graced their bench. In addition to this the notorious bald headed "Pele" from Eziama High School know for his lethal " throw ins" and "in-swinging corner kicks" closed out the tip of the Spartan attack and I can say that if not all eggs vital to a Spartan victory lay in his basket ... most of them certainly did. True to our fears the IICC attack commenced even as referee's whistle still pierced the humid afternoon. There were no commercials or coming attraction trailers as we went into the feature presentation right from the first "pim" [7]. Owolabi (Eagle Number 2) tested the cross bar within the first minutes -- much to the annoyance of the termites who now called it home, and the dismay of the local fans . These guys were good and were welcoming our lads to prime time and professional football. Emeka's face changed from hamathan [8] to full thunder storm mode, as midfield dynamo Muda Lawal (RIP and Eagle Number 3) first took the whole yellow shirts from the left of the field to the right, and then vice versa causing such a traffic jamm in the middle that it would make entry into Lagos Island on an even tag day look like a simple cake walk. I say this with all honesty I have never ever seen Muda perform at the international or local level as he did against the Rangers in their classic clash of the titans, but he came pretty close on that day in Owerri. But the day belonged to Segun ... morning, afternoon and night! Within minutes everybody had congregated to the right flank of the Stadium to watch this magician without a cape and future African All Star perform. Simply judging from the fact that all the Ice cream and Suya vendors moved whenever Nr.7 changed wings (regardless of the fact that they left the shadow of their stalls) --- there was no doubt who the spotlight was on ! Even Goal Keeper Best normally a crowd darling (Eagle Number 4) would get verty little love from the popular section. At this point in my recollection it is hard to focus on things that he did not do since he did so much. Remember when Denlison came off the bench for Brazil in France 98 and fanned the ball 6 times while in motion and never loosing control? Remember when Abedi Pele zipped through the Elephant defense so fast that he left his shadow in his own half and had to go back to get it before celebrating his goal? Remember when Maradona showed the English that Argentinean Beef has as much to do with the mad cow gene as the Union Jack had to do waving over the Falklands and that the 2nd time around is really better? All that all can be deemed subtle in comparison to the stunt that Mr.Mathematical first pulled out of his top hat. Like a bat out of hell he shot down the right flank, stoping on a kobo[6] , fanning the ball, performing a half round about to the right ... and then turning out of it ... only to complete a full one to the left! In other words 2 roundabouts in one move. I mean I have seen Jay Jay Okocha pull off a complete one against Khan (the current Bayern München and DFB Goalie) while playing for Eintracht Frankfurt in the Bundesliga but "les deux" [9]?
Come on! That was a Memorex moment if I have ever had one. That summer afternoon in Owerri , Segun Odegbami would justify why a jury of the continents most noted journalists and sports writers would later on in life vote him to be the only Nigerian on the all time African XI . Not even the spectacular performance against Algeria during the 3:1 ANC victory final for Nigeria in Surulere ( where I would see him again and where Ernest Okonkwo made the nickname "Mr. Mathematical" as official as had it been on his birth certificate) could compare to the Maestro's performance that day. I mean where was he not superior? On the ground between potholes or in the air where his headers were so accurate and of such power that they could have been easily been given co starring role behind Danny Glover and Mel Gibson in "Lethal Weapon". The Spartan defenders on the other hand tugged, held, and at one point openly wrestled Odegbami as he carved them up like a hungry man does fresh fried chicken. It became so comical that I pointed out to Emeka in between the " Ehhhhhh's and Ooooooohhhhhhs " [1O] that we where actually coming out on top by witnessing our new teams maiden performance at home, as well as a pretty good Kung Fu slash action comedy drama in full color complete with surround sound and smell! Olusegun in Yoruba means "God is victorious" and though that game ended in a 1:1 draw (due to Pele pulling off a Klinsmann like flop in the 18 and Owolabis subsequent banana shot equalizer) that's exactly what he was ...a victor who had won our hearts. Mine forever! As they walked back to their bus heads held high and wet jerseys over their shoulders we cheered, clapped and stomped our feet to the old Igbo song "Nzogbu Nzogbu Enyimba Enyi" [11]. On the surface we may have been cheering the invincibility of our rag tag team but in our hearts we cheering for Segun, for the Green Eagle Stars and for Nigerian Football. The oranges now being offered by the respectful crowd were sweet and peeled, and the milk both plain or chocolate was icy and cold. Under the heat, suspicions faded, reservations melted and Yoruba and Igbo became Nigerian. One nation under one mantle ... football! The ultimate compliment I think came when Emeka and myself raced through the thin Cowboy line and simultaneously touched a startled Segun on his side before dashing on to escape into the crowd. Just like mothers who held their babies up in Zaire to see Ali so that one day they could claim that they had seen "the greatest" -- I too can now say in my old age that I once touched good old Number 7!
Segun Odegbami would be forced to retire late in 1981/early 1982 after a serious knee and patella injury turned worse due to continuous postponement of the much needed and diagnosed surgery. Ironically his younger brother Wole would later suffer an almost similar fate as well. Till then he dominated the right wing like an alpha wolf running with blind alley cats turning the IICC Shooting Stars and the Nigerian Green Eagles into house hold names on the African continent, by certifying them with countless victories as the new kids on the block.The Nigeria we see today fielding a " who is who" from the FA, Serie A or Bundesliga is without doubt the end result of total sacrifice and putting love for country before pocket and health on the part of the "old schoolers" like Odegbami, Okala, Muda and Chuckwu.
Odegbami tried to continue the same "modus operandi" away from the turf when he joined NFA's management, only to find out that they had no board room or competent infrastructure in place to help generate a league which was the then mission statement. Not flustered he stayed on and though the Pepsi League would eventaually flourish for both men and women, the noose around Nigerian football in form of the NSC's [12] inept decree 101 (which makes her a permanent back seat driver of the NFA)would slowly suffocate his efforts and erase alot of his future plans. Most notable being retirement funds and medical coverage for older players without the means to feed or treat themselves in their twilight years. Tired of the old wine in new bottles Odegbami broke ties with the NFA and tried to become her new Chairman in the last election. Unfortunately,those refusing to let old ways go within the very NFA he was trying to upgrade (now dubbed Nigeias most powerful political party) and Odegbami's close ties to the Abacha regime would be enough to torpedo that attempt. With Mathematics being the perfect science that it is, and Odegbami remaining silently but actively on the local football scene I feel it therefor can not be coincidence that there is another older wiser Olusegun playing a vital role in the reconstruction of a new Nigeria today.This must have been pre calculated by Oga Kpata Kpata [13] long ago who gave us Segun the player arguably a decade too early so that we can have Segun the Football Chairman now when we need him the most. I pray that It will be just a short matter of time before one Segun comes to the aid of theother Segun ... and literally speaking gets the ball rolling!
Translation:
[1] federal government of Nigeria [2] world famous Igbo dance troupe [3] Biafran bottle grenade [4] Nigerian horse whip [5] German for supernatural [6] Nigerian monetary unit [7] pidgin English for noise [8] cool foggy west African season dependent on the NE and the SW trade winds [9] pidgin French for twice [1O] soccer chant emphasising wicked dribble or possession ball [11] Igbo war chant mimicking the stomp of an elephant [12] Nigerian sports commission
by SUYA (27/06/2001) 2/5/2002 8:10:55 PM
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LOL LOL LOL kai, 1Naija must have been a very trobusome pikin1naija wrote:I rate Odegbami on the same level as Chukwu, Adokiye, and the other great Green Eagles players .. they were all great Local champions who terrorized each other with brute force and primitive soccer tactics.
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Nice one
Good work Suya.
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SUYA:
Man, you took us back in time with the write-up. Great. IMO, Odegbami was INDEED the best then and even now he is aeguably the best ever to play ion the right for Nigeria.
1Naija:
Man, Odegbami proved his mettle on the continent. If you recall, he was the only Nigerian (bar none -- Finidi, West, Yekini, Okechukwu etc) who was named to CAF's Africa's best in the last century. Let us not forget that. The guy was truly good. He may not have played in Europe but now every d#$% and Harry (
)does but that was not the case then --- in fact, the goal during his days was not to play in Europe but to seek education in the USA. On that, he was not interested because he had already obtained that education at Ibadan Polytech.
Man, you took us back in time with the write-up. Great. IMO, Odegbami was INDEED the best then and even now he is aeguably the best ever to play ion the right for Nigeria.
1Naija:
Man, Odegbami proved his mettle on the continent. If you recall, he was the only Nigerian (bar none -- Finidi, West, Yekini, Okechukwu etc) who was named to CAF's Africa's best in the last century. Let us not forget that. The guy was truly good. He may not have played in Europe but now every d#$% and Harry (
)does but that was not the case then --- in fact, the goal during his days was not to play in Europe but to seek education in the USA. On that, he was not interested because he had already obtained that education at Ibadan Polytech.
He was one hell of a player. I remembered anticipating Green Eagles playing a match scheduled for 3 weeks time and I will be waiting to see Segun Odegbami.
He was the best touchline dribbler I have ever seen. So electric on the right flank and you wonder how that ball just stayed glued to his feet while performing those magic in the touchline. He was amazing to watch.
I hope he can transfer those magic to now running our football.
He was the best touchline dribbler I have ever seen. So electric on the right flank and you wonder how that ball just stayed glued to his feet while performing those magic in the touchline. He was amazing to watch.
I hope he can transfer those magic to now running our football.
Nigeria shall wallop the dormitable lions
EII, the goal of most players back then as it is now, was to win Championships, and except for the 1980 Nations cup which they barely won AT HOME, they were a complete failure both in Africa and elsewhere. FINIDI, like the other TRUE great Nigerian players (OLISEH, AMOKACHI, RUFAI, AMUNIKE, SIASIA, YEKINI, etc) excelled not only against each other, but against their peers ALL OVER THE WORLD. Odegbami, Chukwu, Adokie and co. only excelled against each other, so while there is doubt that they were great against each other, we must not lose sight of the fact that they at times appeared less than ordinary against their peers. In fact it was not uncommon for the great Odegbami and co to collect 4 or 5 goals from Egyptians and Tunisians every time they step out of Nigeria.Enugu II wrote:SUYA:
Man, you took us back in time with the write-up. Great. IMO, Odegbami was INDEED the best then and even now he is aeguably the best ever to play ion the right for Nigeria.
1Naija:
Man, Odegbami proved his mettle on the continent. If you recall, he was the only Nigerian (bar none -- Finidi, West, Yekini, Okechukwu etc) who was named to CAF's Africa's best in the last century. Let us not forget that. The guy was truly good. He may not have played in Europe but now every d#$% and Harry (
I have maintained and will continue to maintain that the Green Eagles players were great players, but only locally.
The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not be in want.
1naija wrote:EII, the goal of most players back then as it is now, was to win Championships, and except for the 1980 Nations cup which they barely won AT HOME, they were a complete failure both in Africa and elsewhere. FINIDI, like the other TRUE great Nigerian players (OLISEH, AMOKACHI, RUFAI, AMUNIKE, SIASIA, YEKINI, etc) excelled not only against each other, but against their peers ALL OVER THE WORLD. Odegbami, Chukwu, Adokie and co. only excelled against each other, so while there is doubt that they were great against each other, we must not lose sight of the fact that they at times appeared less than ordinary against their peers. In fact it was not uncommon for the great Odegbami and co to collect 4 or 5 goals from Egyptians and Tunisians every time they step out of Nigeria.Enugu II wrote:SUYA:
Man, you took us back in time with the write-up. Great. IMO, Odegbami was INDEED the best then and even now he is aeguably the best ever to play ion the right for Nigeria.
1Naija:
Man, Odegbami proved his mettle on the continent. If you recall, he was the only Nigerian (bar none -- Finidi, West, Yekini, Okechukwu etc) who was named to CAF's Africa's best in the last century. Let us not forget that. The guy was truly good. He may not have played in Europe but now every d#$% and Harry (
I have maintained and will continue to maintain that the Green Eagles players were great players, but only locally.
1Naija, Odegbami belonged to that IICC team that was the first Nigerian club to win anything outside of Nigeria when they won the 1976 African Cup Winners Cup.
As you have erroneously pointed out, the 1980 ANC Championship is not the only great time in Odegbami's life. How you can call Odegbami and Adokie a failure beats me. Any soccer-loving Nigeria should know that Adokie and Odegbami were soccer gods in their prime.
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Well, in that case, All the current Enyimba players are great players.balo wrote:1naija wrote:EII, the goal of most players back then as it is now, was to win Championships, and except for the 1980 Nations cup which they barely won AT HOME, they were a complete failure both in Africa and elsewhere. FINIDI, like the other TRUE great Nigerian players (OLISEH, AMOKACHI, RUFAI, AMUNIKE, SIASIA, YEKINI, etc) excelled not only against each other, but against their peers ALL OVER THE WORLD. Odegbami, Chukwu, Adokie and co. only excelled against each other, so while there is doubt that they were great against each other, we must not lose sight of the fact that they at times appeared less than ordinary against their peers. In fact it was not uncommon for the great Odegbami and co to collect 4 or 5 goals from Egyptians and Tunisians every time they step out of Nigeria.Enugu II wrote:SUYA:
Man, you took us back in time with the write-up. Great. IMO, Odegbami was INDEED the best then and even now he is aeguably the best ever to play ion the right for Nigeria.
1Naija:
Man, Odegbami proved his mettle on the continent. If you recall, he was the only Nigerian (bar none -- Finidi, West, Yekini, Okechukwu etc) who was named to CAF's Africa's best in the last century. Let us not forget that. The guy was truly good. He may not have played in Europe but now every d#$% and Harry (
I have maintained and will continue to maintain that the Green Eagles players were great players, but only locally.
1Naija, Odegbami belonged to that IICC team that was the first Nigerian club to win anything outside of Nigeria when they won the 1976 African Cup Winners Cup.
As you have erroneously pointed out, the 1980 ANC Championship is not the only great time in Odegbami's life. How you can call Odegbami and Adokie a failure beats me. Any soccer-loving Nigeria should know that Adokie and Odegbami were soccer gods in their prime.
The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not be in want.