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JAMAICA DEFEATS MEXICO IN SHOCKER

Jamaica’s Reggae Boyz celebrate by praying after Lawrence scored

There was no expectation for Jamaican to beat Mexico, Gold Cup’s top team coming into the semi-finals. Both teams were playing with a lot of players who normally would be on the bench, while stars were playing in other competitions. The commentators were not even mentioning Jamaica in the lead up to the games that they were competing in.

Well as Jamaica coach Theodore Tappa Whitmore stated this match was a “David and Goliath” battle, with Jamaica representing the historic Israelite and biblical youth hero.

The game was hard fought from beginning to end. Both countries took amazing opportunities at goal, with Jamaica’s Andre Blake making some spectacular saves that made him man of the match.
The accuracy of shots on goal was also unexpected, Jamaica achieved a whopping 89% accuracy rate over Mexico’s 79%. Then there was Kemar Lawrence. Lawrence converted a free kick into a curling and dipping ball to go around and over the Mexican wall and score.
This goal propelled Jamaica into the Gold cup final to now face USA on Wednesday.

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THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE POMES AND I FELT TO SHARE IT TODAY. WRITTEN BY CLAUDE MCKAY IN  1919 (SEVEN YEARS AFTER LEAVING JAMAICA); The poem was a response to the vicious and horrible treatment of Black Soldiers after they returned to the US after fighting for the US in World War 1. The Poem was used several times throughout time for various reasons. Once it was used by Winston Churchill to rally London after the city was bombed by Nazi planes.

‘If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!’