The longest waiting period I’ve ever had to scrape through is come and gone and frankly speaking, it wasn’t worth the buzz or even the fuss.
Dubbed “potentially explosive” by many, including social media chaps who couldn’t help but find a common thread linking both countries… Terrorism. Explosive it wasn’t. Dry will be a better choice of word when one tries to describe what happened in that particular match.
Going into the World Cup I complained about Keshi’s tactical ability and questioned his old fashioned methods. The Iranian were certainly not the better equiped team but being coached by Carlos Queiroz, an experienced and modern tactician, they suceeded in setting themselves to nullify the Super Eagles attacking threat, which wasn’t much to begin with.
It wasn’t the fact that we played without a creative force in the middle that irked me most, neither was it because our players played like inexperienced amateurs, no. What was so annoying was the fact that we didn’t seem to have a plan. We could have played that game without an Iranian goalpost and no one would have noticed! It was that bad.
The only good thing about this match is that it will help erase every lingering strand of expectation that many might have bore in their minds about the ability of their darling team to cause an upset at this World Cup. Surely we can do that, in the next edition because we as good as out of this one.
Let us now try to enjoy the rest of the World Cup as neutrals.
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