by
Mwizenge S. Tembo, Ph. D.
Emeritus Professor of Sociology
The United States, Mexico, and Canada are hosting the soccer world cup from June 11 to July 19. As the date approached, for the first time since 1982 when I watched my first televised world cup, I hated this year’s world cup. I was determined not to enjoy it. I have great memories of past world cups.
There is the American and Israeli war against Iran, small boats full of human beings are being bombed in the Caribbean, the US is blockading Cuba, rising gas prices, the tariffs whiplash, numerous outrageous national and international scandals coming out of the White House what seems like every second of every day.

The White House banned certain countries and their fans from coming to America. Most of the banned countries are from Africa and the Middle East. The tickets are too expensive. On the first day of player arrivals in the United States, players and officials from Senegal and a few select countries were subjected to degrading security searches on the open airport tarmac, etc. etc. While players from Spain or Europe simply happily breezed through airport terminal customs to welcoming American crowd cheers and waving at the airports. There is a general lingering mood of national tension and exhaustion in the country.
As one person, I wanted to boycott these games. The vibes for this year’s world cup did not feel right. I wanted to feel the past joy of anticipation and excitement prior to previous world cups. But there were too many shenanigans a year before the first game was played in Mexico.
I reluctantly watched the opening game between Mexico and South Africa. A few days into watching the games, I remembered a popular soulful inspirational sentimental song about memories. I like Andy Williams rendition of “The Way We \Were” the song whose last few lyrics say:
Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So, it’s the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were
The way we were
I am warming up to this year’s world cup. These lyrics may apply to our country’s turbulent political life over the last 10 years since 2016. This world cup for the first time has 48 teams participating in 104 games. After watching a few games, feel good stories are coming out.
The African Algerian national soccer team is using Lawrence in Kansa as its training camp and home base. The locals have adopted the team. They are waving Algerian flags in the town; the local high school band has learned how to play the Algerian national anthem. The students stand at the team practice field and play the Algerian national anthem for them to the players’ pleasant surprise. At their practice, the team invited local kids to kick the ball around with them. Can you imagine what great memories those kids will have in Kansas about the 2026 soccer world cup?
The fans inside and outside the 16 stadiums are having great fun. After each goal I see images of some thrilled fans in the stadium jumping and tossing their babies and toddlers in the air like vegetable stir fry. Pure joy ecstasy.
The bagpipers of the Scottish team fans have taken over towns and march to the stadiums along with throngs of excited crowds. The Scottish fans while in Boston had bars run out of beer. For the first time, the small islands of Curacao and Cape Verde have played in this World cup. Haiti’s national team has never played a home game in their country because there is so much violence at home.
This is the best American team in many recent world cups. To my sweet amazement, I have seen some of the players make some individual plays only the best Brazilian players make. The American men’s soccer team may be changing for the better right in front of our eyes. The American team is no longer a laughing stock. The top star strikers in the world have scored multiple goals; Messi of Argentina 5 goals, Mbappe of France 4 goals, and Brazil Vinícius Júnior 4.
We all may have great memories of the world cup and even events in our personal lives in general. But like the lyrics of the song “The Way We were”, we all remember positive memories but often what is too painful we choose to forget. I am realizing as I watch the world cup games, I am creating great memories for myself. The bad things that are happening, my mind will eventually choose to forget. I will choose the laughter and the sheer excitement as I watch the games with the 3 billion other people. I just talked to an African Zambian woman currently living in Bangladesh. Because of the time differences, she is watching the world cup games sometimes at 4:00am.




