Their names might roll clumsily off your tongues, but at the end of 90 minutes and time added on, the words “Medaase pii me abusua!” poured from my lips. If the team with the black star, wearing the same colours, black, gold, green and red, does not look like a regular Jamaican Premier league team or a local based squad of the Reggae Boyz to you; then you are either lying or wilfully blinding yourself.

On Tuesday, they fought, with the spirit of the Ewe, Ga, and the Akan people, in particular the Ashanti, and held the colonial masters, England to a draw.

In fact, some pundits, who know the game of football much better than me, truly believe that had it not been for questionable decisions by the referee, there would have been a historic victory for the African nation.