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Coach Banda slammed his clipboard against the metal roof of the bus. The sound cracked through the murmuring.

He gathered them in a circle on the worn-out sideline, the smell of freshly cut grass and red dust filling their lungs. The stadium was half-empty, the tin roof of the main stand rattling in the afternoon heat. fud football zambia

Emmanuel, free of fear, made a lung-busting run down the right. The cross was perfect. Lubinda, barely five feet tall, out-jumped a defender twice his size and powered a header into the net. 1-1. Coach Banda slammed his clipboard against the metal

Kabwe Warriors kicked off. And for the first twenty minutes, FUD won. Emmanuel pulled out of a header, afraid of the Congolese striker’s “presence.” James, usually a rock, hesitated on a tackle, and the Warriors scored. The away section of fans, usually a choir of vuvuzelas and drums, went silent. The stadium was half-empty, the tin roof of

That night, the bus ride home was loud. The wages were still unpaid. The sponsor was still gone. But for ninety minutes, in the red dust of Msekera Stadium, three ghosts had been exorcised.