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From the spectator's chair

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I have been in a team of players or sometimes working as an umpire in tough, soft, hard, light and sometimes deadly matches; but I loved it most when recently I had the opportunity to sit back, relax and watch from the seat of a VIP spectator.
Players in the team have been well united for over a decade now. It is a large squad; so I may not be able to mention the number of players in the team. I wasn't prepared to play a super sub; so I won't have to get either my shirt or kits, or sit among the reserve players this time.
It is a time to relax for me though, but you will soon get to know that I wrote this piece because of some rich lessons inferred from the unpredictable incidents that happened within that short period.
Let me first of all briefly talk about the qualities of the team. From my observation, I realized each player  possess the ability to adapt at different positions without taking instructions from a particular coach - meaning, it is a team without a paid coach. Any of the team members can play that role (coaching) so far they could reach a consensus (Are we still on the same page?).
 Judging them by defense? YES! This is their strength mostly as an individual but not as a Team. They tend to defend their individual  actions and inactions; no playing of victims, none  is ready to take responsibility for any flaw in the team or even personal error. Incessant blame-game suggests none want to be caught in the open. Moreover, I can tell you pointedly that they have a lot of extra party activities undermining the unity of the team; as each player wants to outshine other team members in order to gain recognition of being the force behind the success of the team; if by chance they are lucky to win a game. So they kept giving the ball away to one another so that the flaws of co-team members could be noticed and  then cast aspersions such as "if he had listened to me, it wouldn't have happened" (giving me a sort of headache).
Midfield... Little success as studied by me has been made in this area; simply because 3-4 players formed an interest group and sidelined others to achieve their selfish purpose. They pass the ball to their favourites only. Formation will rather be changed to defensive midfield once it is a caucus near to each other; and this has hindered them from progressing to the attack as a team.
Attack and Forward: No success as a team so far; except a caucus or an individual hijack the structure glory and you get to hear "shey mi o so fun yin?" (Didn't I tell you?) or 'E ma gboro s'awa lenu (Take heed to our instruction)
Savvy as it looks, but your write-up would look more shrewd if you were in my shoe.
This is a team I as well play for; but it got funny to me seeing things differently when I had the chance to watch from the standby.
I have for sometimes committed a lot to the team; but now is the time that It became open to me; reasons why our efforts have been fruitless due to one or two imbroglios.
Before you begin to bombard me with questions of what and who those I am writing about are, I'd better hastily drop my pen at this juncture lest I get tempted to start giving descriptions of some important players here that will either give you a clue to their real identities or affirm your guess...
Anyways, watch out for the part 2 of this story.

nigerianthem is there to let you know....

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