am just looking back at Nigeria’s World Cup participation and I can never
forget our first appearance in 1994, a green team but with the potentials of
going all the way until something happened to us, yes, Clemens Westerhof.                                                                                                                                                                                                    Till date Nigerians who watch the Super Eagles claim the USA 94 team is the
best ever to have graced the Mundial and they may not be wrong, but was it
inexperience on the part of the players or the coaches that stopped the team
from going all the way?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I started following the
Nigerian team’s World Cup Qualifying campaigns in 1983 when the race for the
Mexico 86 event started but I had read about the others and they were not just
spell binding, they were for the top drawer of the suspense scripts.                                                                                                                                                                               In the 1978 race,
Nigeria started with a 6-2 aggregate win over Sierra Leone in the 1st
round, and in the 2nd round walked over Zaire.                                                                                                                                                                                                           In the 3rd round, Nigeria beat the Ivory Coast 6-2 on aggregate and
it seemed we were almost there; just one round left and three teams lumped in a
Nigeria, Egypt and Tunisia would be in the group and the top team after round
robin home and away fixtures would qualify for the World Cup.                                                                                                                                                                                
team had the likes of Adokiye Amiesimaka, Segun Odegbami, Christian Chukwu etc.
We had a favorable result against Tunisia (we dreaded the North Africans then)
drawing 0-0 in Tunis and then we beat Egypt 4-0 in Lagos.                                                                                                                                                             
3-1 loss to Egypt in Cairo did not dampen our spirits much because we just
needed a draw against Tunisia in Lagos to top the group and were close to doing
it before Godwin Odiye, one of the finest center backs of that era, put the
ball behind his own goalkeeper. That dream was over.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 In 1981, as the team were on the way to
qualifying for the World Cup in Spain and after getting to the last stage of
qualifiers against Algeria, someone decided to recall players who retired from
international football since after the African Cup of Nations (AFCON) win in

Chidi Nwanu tries to stop Diego Maradona


likes of Christian Chukwu, Tunde Bamidele etc returned to the team and after
ninety minutes in Lagos Nigeria lost by 2-0. Another World Cup dream was over.                                                     
I watched
the race to Mexico 86 as a teenager in secondary school and that team seemed
set to qualify for the World Cup until 5 players were banned from the team by
the Nigeria Football Association for acts of indiscipline. These were like 5 of
the best. Stephen Keshi, Sunday Eboigbe, Bright Omokaro, Henry Nwosu and
Clement Temile were given one year bans from football and things started to crumble.
To put this into proper perspective, imagine the Nigeria Football Federation
banning John Mikel Obi, Victor Moses, Leon Balogun, Odion Ighalo and Wilfred
Ndidi… yeah that was similar to what happened in 1985.                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
the time the Eagles were to play Tunisia in a two legged encounter, it was a
struggle before Okey Isima got a late goal for a slim 1-0 win in the first leg.
Nigeria lost the return leg 2-0 and another dream was over.                                                                                                                                                                                                           
1990, Cameroon ended our dreams and when Clemens Westerhof qualified the Super
Eagles for the World Cup in USA, it was massive for us all. The team had the
finest collection of Nigerian players but we went there with caution. In the
World Cup year, we had won the AFCON in style and it seemed there was no
stopping us.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              We were grouped with Bulgaria, Greece and Argentina at a time when even the 3rd
placed team could qualify and we figured that we just needed to win one game
and not lose the others scandalously to make it to the 2nd round.
For me, a 2nd round placing was all that mattered.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
team at that time was brewing with more confidence than the fans had and it was
evident in the way they played. Peter Rufai, was at the top of his game and was
one goalkeeper we could all look up to if the team had to be saved in an
instant. Personally, I thought Wilfred Agbonivbare was better. He had done well
in the qualifiers against Algeria and the Ivory Coast in the absence of Rufai
and Alloy Agu who was 1st choice at the AFCON in 1990 and 1992.                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                        We thought we had a rock solid and confident defence of Austin Eguavoen, Uche
Okafor, Uche Okechukwu and Benedict Iroha when we played at the AFCON early in
the year, but when Chidi Nwanu joined up for the World Cup, what Nigerians saw
was arguably the best defensive quartet ever, for the Super Eagles.                                                                                                                                                                                                        

midfield was where the team’s engine was clearly visible. Sunday Oliseh, though
green and discovered for the national team a year earlier had clearly sequestered
his place there. His long range passing was sublime, his marking was top notch
and he was young so very mobile.  Finidi
George who went past opponents on the right side of midfield with arrogant ease
and Emmanuel Amuneke on the left side. This was a team of men.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
Siasia, Daniel Amokachi and Rashidi Yekini in attack would trouble any defence
in the World.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
way Nigeria easily went past Bulgaria 3-0 in her opening game showed we meant
business. Our naiveté showed when we lost to Argentina 2-1 but beating Greece
2-0 restored the fans’ confidence.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The Italian Job                                                                                                                  

The scum, Roberto Baggio celebrates his goal against Nigeria 

                                              The Italians had a poor World Cup run so far and their talisman, Roberto
Baggio was injured and playing regardless. The Super Eagles had a team we believed
could beat the Italians and when Amuneke scored first in the 27th
minute, it was “obvious” we could win. Nigeria was in complete control of the
game but suddenly, Emmanuel Amuneke was taken off injured in the 35th
minute and Daniel Amokachi later on in the game. That was when Clemens Westerhof
killed us.                                                                                                                                                      The Super Eagles at that time had a team
loaded to the hilt so injuries to Amuneke and Amokachi shouldn’t have bothered
us much, right? But the naiveté of Clemens Westerhof, or so I thought, showed

injured players had scored 2 goals each at the World Cup, the Italians were
under so much pressure and would have caved in, so I thought, “Bring on Samson
Siasia. He is a decent goal scorer, and even got one against Argentina. His
ball handling is top notch. I thought, even bring in Efan Ekoku who had done
the business at Norwich City, or maybe Victor Ikpeba who had scored loads of
goals at Monaco” but no, Clemens Westerhof thought to bring on Mutiu Adepoju
and then, Thompson Oliha.                                                                                                                                                                
Alessandro Costacurta and Paulo Maldini had completely rendered Rashidi Yekini
ineffective, but maybe, the coach thought there would be that moment of magic
which did not come.                                                                                                     
Okocha was busy doing what he knew best, dribbling without direction and it
surely was not helping the team. We had lost our attacking edge, the Italians
had come back into the game and the pressure was on us. Sunday Oliseh wasn’t
assertive when he kicked that ball into a throw in and the rest, as they say is
now history.                                                                                                                                            Roberto Baggio equalized and went on to score
the winner via a penalty after Austin Eguavoen (oh my God) conceded that
penalty even after the Italians had gone one man down through that Gianfranco Zola’s
red card.                                                                                                                                                                                                             I was
distraught. How could we have lost a game we were primed to win? What happened
there? Did the players sabotage the team? Why did Eguavoen foul the Italian
player for that penalty? Why? Why did Clemens Westerhof not make the right
substitutions? Why did he deviate from his normal starting front three of
Samson Siasia, Daniel Amokachi and Rashidi Yekini?                                                   

Why, Westerhof, why?


was Austin Okocha dribbling all over the place, like he was playing “choosing” when we had a serious World
Cup match to win? Why? Why?? Why??? Why wasn’t a red card shown to Paulo
Maldini for pulling down a goal bound Rashidi Yekini? I asked a lot of
questions that night as I stepped out of the house, completely dazed and out of
my mind.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
did not know where I was going, just walking away, trying to get the sad loss
off my mind. If I was a drinker, that would have been the best night to get
drunk and wasted. If I smoked, be my guest, I would have had a field day, but I
just continued walking as far away from the house as possible.                                                                                                                                                                                   I don’t remember how far I walked but about
three hours later, I was back home and I completely shut the memories of that
game from my mind. I never re-watched it, I never discussed it and as far as I
was concerned, that game did not exist for me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I
disliked Clemens Westerhof and I disliked Austin Eguavoen. I also disliked
Sunday Oliseh and Austin Okocha. These were the villains that ensured Nigeria
lost out to Italy, a team they could have beaten easily. Heck, I disliked that
referee and FIFA. I disliked everyone. It was me against the World.                                                                                                                                                                                                                
I never
saw that game again or its highlight until Brazil 2014, when I was watching
World Cup history on Cable TV and it got to 1994 and that loss to Italy. I did
not turn my face away but stayed back to watch, fighting the tears I did not
shed in 1994.                                                                                                                                                                                               
week I discussed that game for the first time since 1994 with three friends,
first, Ikenwa Nnabuogor and he was still very bitter, twenty four years later;
Sanipe Damiete and Ufuoma Egbamuno, all still feeling bad over that loss.                                                                                                                                                                                     
Twenty four years ago, I thought the Super Eagles would have reached the World
Cup final and lost to Brazil, not because the Brazilian team in 1994 were
clearly better, but because they had their name written on the World Cup, but
Clemens Westerhof happened to us.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
2018, I still believe that the Eagles would have reached the final of that
World Cup in 1994. Had we beaten Italy, our next round opponent would have been
Spain, who in 1994 were the shame of the World Cup and couldn’t win anything to
save their lives. We would have dispatched them easily and then met Bulgaria in
the semifinal. Remember, we beat the Bulgarians 3-0 in the group stage.                                                                                                                                                                               Clemens Westerhof killed my World Cup dream in
1994 and for all what he did for Nigerian football I do not like him very much.
I need to see him and ask him to explain to me why he did not start Samson Siasia
in that game and why he didn’t throw in Victor Ikpeba, Efan Ekoku or even Emeka
Ezeugo to shore up the defence line later on.                                                                                                                                                                                      
I moved on from that loss in 1994? How can I? I will never!              


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