|Late Stephen Keshi|
teaches us that lightning rarely strikes the same spot twice. The depth of
shock experienced by the nation last week is therefore better imagined when,
within a space of 72 hours, the lightning of death did not only smite Nigeria’s
two most accomplished football coaches but curiously at the same location:
The sudden death of Stephen Keshi and Shuaib
Amodu is easily the worst sporting tragedy to befall Nigeria in a long time.
Ironically, the latter had penned a moving tribute to the former in the
condolence register opened in Benin penultimate Wednesday. Not knowing the
terminal bell had begun to toll for him as well.
Both champs personified what could be
described as the golden era of the Nigerian football. Keshi (aka the Big Boss)
pioneered the migration of our talents to Europe in the 80s, thereby initiating
the country into the world soccer community. Later as coach, he continued to
perform magic. In 2013, he would assemble a team of nobodies who, despite poor
incentives, proceeded to shock the nation by winning the 2013 Nations Cup after
a two-decade drought.
It is, for instance, a testament to his genius
that new stars like Sunday Mbah and Kenneth Omerua were discovered from the
local league and unleashed on the global stage through the continental tourney
in South Africa in 2013. Being a star himself, he therefore had no difficulty
spotting another gem, even in the most unlikely place. Truly, only the deep can
call to the deep.
It is easy to define the Keshi edge. His
organic approach to talent hunt and team-building sharply contrasted the lazy
opportunism of the fly-by-night “world class coach” our soccer
administrators always seem obsessed with. Of course, the tactical secret of
such expatriate is often not a little more than the commonsense to simply
compile the names of our soccer ambassadors “doing well” in the
European league for the purpose of winning international engagement.
Once the show is over, the smart
“world-class coach” would hop on the next available flight to his
home country, to return at the next payday or match.
Amodu, on the other hand, signposted the
coming of age of the local ingenuity in coaching that however remains
un-acknowledged, much less celebrated, till date. With the Clement
Westerhof-inspired superb showing of the Super Eagles in 1994 first at the
Nations Cup and later the World Cup, the Nigerian football was thought to have
matured into a distinct character roughly described as the “rattle snake
style”. Its strength laid in the syncopation of swiftly clinical wings,
sleek midfield and a rock-solid defense. Its power and beauty were very much in
evidence in the Kanu Nwankwo-led Eaglets who, two years later, dazed the world
by winning the gold medal at the Atlanta Olympics.
But typically, the talisman was soon lost by
those who took over the management of our football. Years later, Amodu brought
some redemption. By qualifying Nigeria for the World Cup in 2002 and 2010, he
defied all odds characterized by shoddy institutional support. Even at those
sterling feats, he was hardly accorded the respect he deserved. A sad reminder
of the biblical saying that prophet is never recognized at home.
Sadder still is the high probability today
that both Keshi and Amodu died with some bitterness in their hearts on account
of maltreatment they suffered at the hands of a nation they toiled so hard to
make great. The details of Keshi’s autopsy are yet unknown. But relations
reported symptoms of heart attack.
On the other hand, Amodu’s remains were
interred last Saturday in accordance with his Muslim faith. But given that he
also reportedly complained of chest pain, the cause may also not be too far
from cardiac arrest arising from complications from a nagging diabetes his wife
confirmed he had nursed over the years.
|Late Amodu Shuaibu|
Not surprising, the Nigerian Football
Federation (NFF), which meted indignity to Keshi and Amodu while alive, almost
emptied the dictionary the next moment with the torrents of adjectives deployed
to describe their contributions to the growth and the development of the
beautiful game in Nigeria. But the sick joke is actually on those who have been
shedding crocodile tears in the past ten days.
While I only met Keshi casually twice, Amodu I
knew very well. While I served as Information Commissioner in Edo State, his
path and mine inevitably crossed several times. Incidentally, the Information
Ministry and the Sports Ministry share the same modest building in the Ezoti
wing of the state secretariat. That proximity furnished us the opportunity to
engage in debate from time to time.
Ordinarily taciturn, he came alive whenever
our chat veered to the subjects of values and leadership. In that mode, he
would gesticulate animatedly to give depth to his words and emotions. Nothing ached his heart than watching the upcoming
ones, some of whom were benefitting from his coaching clinic, thinking lasting
success could be achieved without hard work and dedication.
He was a study in humility. I can still picture
his regular boyish smile, accentuated with trademark low-cut, with a parting on
the left. He had a way with the little boys forever loitering the verandah of
the Sports Ministry, dreaming a future of soccer, their boots often dangling on
their shoulders, tied by their laces.
Since the tragic news last Saturday, the
social media has been awash with sometimes outlandish theories, some
speculating on the list of debtors and enemies he kept. The most sensational
perhaps being a letter purportedly written by him widely published by the
traditional media Tuesday. It not only claimed that Edo State owed him up to
N25m but also barely concealed his anger at being shoddily dribbled and
maltreated specifically by Comrade Adams Oshiomhole.
Thankfully, a clarity was brought to the new
controversy a day later with the state government making public a memo, said to
have been submitted by Amodu to the office of the Secretary to the State
Government (SSG) penultimate Wednesday, which content and tone sharply contrast
with the angry one earlier circulated. Contrary to the N25m earlier bandied,
Amodu only claimed N8m arrears in the version presented by the state government.
|NFF Chairman, Pinnick Amaju|
The big puzzle: who then could have doctored a
letter presumably submitted to the state government confidentially and caused
its circulation? What could possibly be the motive? Really, it would be very
strange indeed for an ex-worker soliciting payment of a claim and desirous of
quick result to adopt the insolent, if not incendiary, language of the first
letter. Given the pervading grief, this obviously cannot be the most auspicious
moment to seek answers to these big questions.
whatever the misgivings he might have had over the non-renewal of his contract
last year, I believe the worst assault anyone could do to Amodu’s memory is
suggest that he had forgotten or, even for a moment, became unappreciative of
the solidarity and succour given him by someone in his hour of need back in
True, there will never be a perfect working
environment or relationship anywhere in the world. But I can attest that once
to twice that our chat veered to his past ordeal at the hands of the nation’s
soccer administrators, Amodu drew solace from the fact that his native Edo
State came to his rescue when it mattered most after being literally humiliated
twice on the national stage by the football federation. His reward for helping
to qualify Nigeria for the 2010 World was an unceremonious sack. He had
similarly helped qualify Nigeria for the World Cup in 2002, only to be dumped
for someone else to lead the Super Eagles to the tournament.
While NFF quickly raised millions of dollar to
hire a foreign coach and fund a jamboree to the World Cup in South Africa in
2010, Amodu was left in the cold in Nigeria. It was at this point that
Oshiomhole invited him and made an offer to wipe his tears.
As national coach, his earning was said to be
N800k circa. So, there was now a snag: Commissioner’s net pay after tax was
around N400k while governor’s was a little over N600k. To make up, Oshiomhole
decided to designate Amodu as a consultant with a compensation package of N2m
monthly plus other fringe benefits. Apart from the payment of a sign-on fee.
His job description was to run a coaching academy to discover and groom soccer
talents from primary and secondary schools in Edo State. So, the state-owned
Sam Ogbemudua Stadium became his workshop.
Was Amodu satisfied with the package? I bet he
was, particularly given the spirit behind the gesture. Nothing best expressed
this than the accustomed passion he brought to the job until the contract
expired last year. That coincided with the onset of the cash crunch in the
federation with more than two-third of the states owing back wages, with most
left to reorder their priorities to stay afloat.
Once it became certain that Edo was no longer
buoyant to renew his contract, Amodu moved on to another job with the football
federation as a technical director. It has been confirmed that his last
employer (NFF) was owing him arrears of salaries before his death last week.
One account even stated the cash woe had seriously weighed him down. It was
most likely against this background that Amodu had no other option than return
to Benin last week to file a claim for the period between when his contract
expired and when the NFF job came believing Oshiomhole, who related to him more
as a big brother, would approve on compassionate grounds.
On the whole, Amodu’s case is quite reflective
of the pervasive culture of abuse by the NFF that seems more fixated on
dollars-earning foreign coach but feels no qualms subjecting Nigerians
performing tasks even more demanding to starvation, if not destitution, like
the foregoing story clearly illustrates. While the NFF executives appear to
lead champagne lifestyle with the guaranty of First-class travels and hotels
worldwide, players and coaches mostly spend their latter lives in pain and
This endemic culture of abandonment, it would
seem, is what in turn breeds the mercenary mentality among players still active
in their careers. It speaks to the growing craze for instant gratification.
Soccer internationals invited home to wear national jerseys would insist flight
ticket and bonuses be paid before they even enter the field of play. Unsure of
what tomorrow holds, they want to make the best of today when their feet can
still carry them.
If nothing at all, the Amodu case should serve
as a wake-up call to reorder football administration in the country in a manner
that will profit, not the fat cats at the Glass House exclusively, but also the
hardworking coaches, players and club owners/managers whose sweat and toil give
life to the game in Nigeria.