GOODBYE GERRY CONLON, AND WHY IRISH PEOPLE WERE GHANA
I just arrived home after the match Germany x Ghana and came to know: Gerry Conlon was dead. Finally reunited to Giuseppe, as many people said.
Back in 70’s, Gerry, his father and more two people were wrongly convicted for something they never did. The English justice system took their youth, health and life.
He spent 15 years in prison and saw his father dying in there. More than 30 years later, England again took another life wrongly – Jean Charles de Menezes, a Brazilian guy that was killed without ever being a terrorist.
Back to present time, many of Gerry’s compatriots were watching Germany x Ghana in the pubs while Gerry himself was living his last minutes. I saw many of those irish people, young, old, women, men, and they were all Ghana. I asked an old lady while we were drinking our cider “why are you Ghana?”. She said “I’m black and I’m proud”. We laughed, she was as white as her hair, big blue irish eyes. We said “yeeeeeah. Slainte!”
No explanation was needed. We understood intuitively why we were Ghana. Most of the people in the pub, they had more in common to Germans: they are European, white, someway wealthy enough, a similar economy and lifestyle, but… Ghana was applauded for putting Germany down many times and we screamed to their goals, because when Africa plays, it's always especially political, and we like to see those countries where the misery lies down beating big rich (and sometimes truculent) countries.
The invisible forces that connect people are stronger than our ability to name them, but some way we were all underdogs there. We knew we were all Ghana because at the end, we are all Gerry.