I dont like to comment on this..we r going down in soccer. Romania just fu.cked our brain in the last torney..we really suck! I dont care anymore..

My pick will be from these trios Jay Jay Okocha, Rashidi Yekini, and Peter Rufai. they are all great players Rashidi was unstoppable, Rufai was unpenetrable, and Jay Jay was simply marvelouse and unbelievable. Finidi is not far behind

open your eyes guys/gals...go down memory lane...we've got great ball jogglers but Austin "jay-jay" Okocha is the answer

How could we rate this ?
What is going to be our yadstick ?

1) How many footballers on our list has represented Nigeria at the U-21, U-23 and senior categories?
2) How many on our list has been to the most world cup till date?
3) How many have received okocha's level of international recognition till date?

I would say Kanu. He is terriffic and has been on the stage for a long while. Okocha, Siasia, Felix OWolabi and probably Keshi. They were all great players!

kanu nwankwo(anyi ka ewe meri), Okocha( ni gbuo mo, okocha), Amokachi,

yeah good one there by josboy4lif but i don't want Papillo compared to Becham but as regards impact I am very much with you and that's why I don't gbadun okocha, Nobody has even mentioned the name of Haruna Ilerika he played so well that Ebenezer obey praised him in one of his albums, Segun Odegbami, Sunday oliseh and Rashidi Yekini are also great players. Remember Kanu is still making more impact as days pass by so watch out for him in the nations cup

I we have to say Okocha , his is well known for his skills and  he handle the ball so well that a song was made on behalf being finesse.

who remmebers the name of the half cast player in the 80's, he used to play in the nigerian soccer team?

Difficult Question.
I would have choose Yeking but i will go for

KING KANU NWANKWO

1) Two times African footballer of the Year,
2) Olympic Soccer gold,
3) 6th best Footballer in the World(1996)
4) 1993 U-17 World cup Winner
5) UEFA Champions league winner with Ajax
6) World club champions with Ajax
7) Three bronze and One Silver medal in African cup of Nations And
And
And

Dan "the bull" Amokachie. No doubt.

Amo what!

I beg, if we are a morally upright country, he shouldnt even be in Nigeria Coaching Crew.

He is a good player but Not a role model in any circumstances.

If Kanu scored 90 points he will score 17.

Personally my favouritr Naija player of all time is Finidi George. However if sentiments are to be removed, i think the honour should go to either kanu or yekini.

@ Akolawole

I agree with you 100% about his moral bankruptcy ( I don't recall any specific incident that brings his morality to question though - update me please) He gat skillzz. That's all I'm saying.

@ Daudi
We need more than skills to be an exceptional player, where is Etim Essien of this world?

@ Akolawole

Like I said earlier on, I have no problems with your assessment of Amo. However, I still don't recall any specific incident that calls his moral rectitude to question. I don't mean to be a pain, I just want to be updated.

@Dauda

I dont want to bring up an off-topic issue, i will bring up Amokachi's issue soon.
As a leader of the-then Ear-ring boys, he (, let me stop here)

simply Rashidi Yekini, JJ okocha , Kanu Nwak,

Yekini, Kanu best of all times

yeah Blaise you got it right, Men of all time in Nigeria history Yekini, Kanu

Yekinni-still the deadliest striker of all time from Nija

Kanu-probably has more laurels and more impactful playing time in the top flight( than other gifted ones like Amuneke,Finidi,Amokachi.Remember one of the African player award given to Kanu was supoz to be for the bull,but was given to Papilo because of his heart problem,since in the reckoning of the 'far sighted' judges, Amokachi would play longer and could still have the chance to win it ,but kanu proved them wrong!)

Of course, JJ Okocha.

I would say its a tough one to make.But if forced,may be I would go for Kanu,on another day I would go for Okocha.

@Pearl2

From where did you hear that rumour?

Not a rumour at all.I remember reading that piece of info years ago in Nija in one of the papers.I think it was this man,Madaras or what's his name,the publisher of that glossy magazine,African soccer.He was one of the judges,and he revealed that piece of info years after the voting was done.The top contenders then in 96 were the bull and Papilo,but they felt since Kanu was just diagnosed with a heart disease and may not be able to play again it's better to give it to him and Amokachi could win it in another year.

Undoubtedly,Amokachi was a player of class.Even when I saw his pics above,the memories of his exploits in the 90's came rushing back.And I felt sad again he didnt play for long(just like Amuneke).How could one forget the shout of 'the bull' as he dismantled defenses with his unequalled strength and unrivalled aggresiveness in any Nigerian squad.Remember his goal against Bulgaria in USA 94,only few strikers possess the toughness to score that kind of goal.

I can't remember clearly now if it was the same Madaras  that mentioned that the award was given to Mustapha Hadji(98) from Morocco instead of Okocha,because of a bicycle kick of  a goal he scored.They've been proven to be short sighted considering that Hadji faded away after France 1998,and JJ has had more impact on African soccer than Hadji.Sadly Okocha may never win it again.

O.k I'll give you my top 10 nigerian players. in descending order.
10. Babayaro
9.Taribo west
8.Babangidan
7. M.Lawal
6.Martins
5.Finidi George
4.Kanu Nwankwo
3.Ikpeba
2. Yekini
1.Okocha

What is Taribo West's name doing there?

spikelord:

What is Taribo West's name doing there?

I wonder o.

Abi! Taribo East!

yay! Taribo south!

Or Taribo North!

The debate about best Nigerian footballer of all time will always be controversial. It can only be judged by people like me whose soccer interest spanned the ilerika era to the current buch of odenwegie and co. However, despite the controversies, some FACTS are not debatable

1. Peter Rufai with his penalty saving antic is the best goalkeeper
2. Christian Chukwu and Steven Keshi are the best central defender pairing
3. JJ Okocha and Muda Lawal (RIP) MUST be in the midfield
4. Segun Odegbami is the BEST number 7 Nigeria (probably) Africa has ever had. Finidi george CANNOT tie his shoe laces
5. Nwankwo kanu with his silky skills and Yekini with the sheer number of goals are the strike partners

The other positions are left for debate:
Would I pick Felix Owolabi (Owo-Blow) or Benedict Iroha
Is it Adokie or Amunike?
Where would Henry Nwosu slot in?

Back to the Odegbami/Finidi George controvery
In the 70's and early 80's, Nigerian economy was so good 1 naira = 2 dollars, our players did not need to come abroad.
Keshi led the journey abroad not for financial reasons but due to NFA ban. If Odegbami, Chukwu, Owolabi, lawal had come abroad, not only would their career be prolonged (like Roger Milla's - a contemporary); we would not be having this debate. Odegbami could dribble, he is fast, he can play both as a winger and as an inside left (number 10). Significantly, he scores goals! When he destroyed Egypt in Lagos in 1977, their goalkeeper lamented that they lost because 'the number 7 guy was unplayable'. When he destroyed Algeria in the Nations Cup final in 1980, it was a diservice that he had to lose the African footballer of the year to manga Oguene of Cameroun due to 'french connection'; since the honor was chosen then by French magazine with its total bias towards francophone african countries. Anyway, all said and done, my all time Eagles are as follows: (The big lettered names are unarguable)

RUFAI (1994)

?Yobo KESHI (1994) CHUKWU (1980) ?Owolabi (1980) / Iroha (1994)


ODEGBAMI (1980) LAWAL (1980) OKOCHA (1994) ?Amunike (1994) / Adokie (1980)

KANU

YEKINI (1994)
Subs:
Okalla, Uche, Finidi, Nwosu

Coincidentally, only Kanu and Yobo did not win Nations Cup medal. Despite my choice above, as a GROUP, our best natinal team has to be the 1994 group. The best coach would have to be Clemence Westerhoff.

Mr Mathematical- by Iwedi Ojinmah

I saw him for the first time on a simmering afternoon in Owerri. It was one of those days when God had turned off the air-conditioning to save energy for some other project and simply let equatorial Africa stew in her own juices.


Though his name was not Chike Obi and though he held no fancy degree in Science, he was still arguably Nigeria's best known mathematician. It was at one of those inconsequential matches for the IICC Shooting Stars and the bored expressions on their faces showed it all. I mean, "Who the hell were these Spartans anyway?" One day all the boys from Ibadan had to fear east of the River Niger were armed robbers, mosquitoes the size of wasps and those pesky Rangers from Enugu. And the next day ? A new phalanx of teams created by the almost bizarre fragmentation of the country in the FGN's [1] ploy to "federalize" through "de-tribilalization". Like a Dorrito chip ferrying too much Salsa to ones mouth, the breakup was messy and the subsequent end result -- no matter how anticipated, still took some time getting used to. Simply put, we Igbos all went to bed on a Sunday night in the East Central State and on Monday morning either woke up in Anambra or Imo.

The venue for today's match was the dust bowl also known as the Owerri stadium. Used for anything from public executions, Antilogwu[2] festivals , the cities famous Catholic bazaars as well as various athletic meets and sport events; it also came complete with rusting zinc walls capable of generating instant tetanus and a sadistic security force dressed up as "Cowboys" quite capable of whipping their own Mothers if confronted. To crown this soap opera of imperfection, red dust race tracks circumventing the field blended in with the grass on the pitch causing blown calls and resulting in many a war between participant and spectator. The pot holes on the other hand, especially the ones in front of the Market side goal, and especially during the rain could have proved a worthy obstacle course for the Nigerian Army's new mechanized division.

When the overloaded IICC HIACE bus turned the corner from the Okigwe Road complete with cheeky talking drums and panting in obvious effort to commence her final spurt to the stadium, we local fans sprung our ambush and set upon the creaking vehicle like Lagos Island hawkers descending on a traffic jam to unload their wares. My semi sucked out orange delivered with the aim of a Masai warrior and the velocity of an "Ojukwu bottle"[3], exploded over the windscreen with a satisfying mush as other missiles including but not limited to, deactivated cell phones (bare corn cobs), mango pits and the occasional Fan Ice container (with unknown fillings) tattooed the vehicle with reckless abandon. Talk about a Spartan welcome! We would make them remember Owerri! Arriving 45 minutes late ! So what If they led the league in points ! How dare they? This may not be the Lions lair that Enugu was, but we could certainly make it a bee hive to remember! The justifications were as endless as was the folly and stupidity of youth.

If they were scared or fazed the Stars did not show it. Not once! They sat patiently through the "blitz", just as if this was part of their daily warm up regime as the Japanese steel withstood our savage bombardment. Finally the "Cowboy" watch dogs homed in on us and though they winked and smiled at our bravado , with a show of fake force and some well placed "bulala" [4] strokes the broke us up and the "best of the west" spilled out unto the cordoned off "visitors" warm up section. To their shock and our amusement they quickly moved on to the main pitch as soon as they found out that it had been "specially" prepared for them with a carpet of goat dropping pellets and more than one deposit of palm wine induced urine. If I remember right I was in Class 2 then but it could have been 3, and the first thing that struck me and my "hooky" playing classmates and relatives was the chiseled frame of Segun Odegbami the Green Eagle Number 7 unfolding from the confines of the van.

Later on life at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena I would meet Maradona face to face and except for him, I am yet to see the size of laps that this winger sprouted (Well maybe on a young George Weah - but I have not seen him up close and "live" and we all know that sometimes photos can be misleading). With each graceful ballet like strut his muscles locked and unlocked. Just like huge bed spring coils they tweaked and sprung like a raging sea beneath his ebony skin. This was the real deal make no bones about it and we now asked each other nervously, " Who and what army was going to contain this "uebermensch" [5] -- tribal marks, metal studs and side burns inclusive ?"

Everything he did was with lackadaisical ease and reeked of total confidence. This guy had "Superstar" written all over him even then and knew it ! As we watched him juggle the ball for a cool 10 minutes using an assortment of body parts that would make a virgin blush, we looked over at our yellow and black clad Spartans and to our horror saw that they looked more like shell shocked Iraqis during "Desert Storm" rather than the Greek elite fighting force they claimed to be.I mean but who could seriously blame them? Out of the first 10 people who stepped out of the bus 1 looked like a Juju doctor while 4 played for Nigeria (2 of which would be later named to the African All-Star Squad) while the rest were all veterans of at least half a dozen Challenge Cups and a slew of other International competitions. This was going to be a long long day and the 3 Naira[6] investment for transportation from Umuahia to Owerri (as well as the 60 Kobo[6] gate fee), suddenly did not look that wise of an investment as Emeka my cousin pointed out . He felt that we should have gone to see either the band "Funkees " play at Uniccoco Hotel or "Live and Let Die" then the new Bond film at Rex Cinema. What can I say? Currently a CEO with United Bank of Africa he was frugal even then!

Rewind my mind as I may I am sorry to say that I can not tell you much about the Spartan team players. The memory banks just are not the same anymore and anyway this is really about Mr. Mathematical. In a nutshell though --- just as it was a team still bordering on kindergarten infancy it technically speaking was nothing more than a walking blue print for the soon to come Iwuanyanwu Nationale' and Enyimba teams. The splitting would continue. I do know though that it consisted of Imo born players from the Rangers and Vasco da Gama camps, the now defunct East Central State Accademical team (that had lost to Lagos State in that great 0:1 final), the Nigerian Breweries and as well as at least 1 Ghanaian who had at one time either played for " Ashanti Kotoko", or at least graced their bench. In addition to this the notorious bald headed "Pele" from Eziama High School know for his lethal " throw ins" and "in-swinging corner kicks" closed out the tip of the Spartan attack and I can say that if not all eggs vital to a Spartan victory lay in his basket , most of them certainly did.

True to our fears the IICC attack commenced even as referee's whistle still pierced the humid afternoon. There were no commercials or coming attraction trailers as we went into the feature presentation right from the first "pim" [7]. Owolabi (Eagle Number 2) tested the cross bar within the first minutes -- much to the annoyance of the termites who now called it home, and the dismay of the local fans . These guys were good and were welcoming our lads to prime time and professional football. Emeka's face changed from hamarthan [8] to full thunder storm mode, as midfield dynamo Muda Lawal (RIP and Eagle Number 3) first took the whole yellow shirts from the left of the field to the right, and then vice versa causing such a traffic jam in the middle that it would make entry into Lagos Island on an even tag day look like a simple cake walk. I say this with all honesty I have never ever seen Muda perform at the international or local level as he did against the Rangers in their classic clash of the titans, but he came pretty close on that day in Owerri. But the day belonged to Segun , morning, afternoon and night! Within minutes everybody had congregated to the right flank of the Stadium to watch this magician without a cape and future African All Star perform. Simply judging from the fact that all the Ice cream and Suya vendors moved whenever Nr.7 changed wings (regardless of the fact that they left the shadow of their stalls) --- there was no doubt who the spotlight was on ! Even Goal Keeper Best normally a crowd darling (Eagle Number 4) would get very little love from the popular section. At this point in my recollection it is hard to focus on things that he did not do since he did so much. Remember when Denlison came off the bench for Brazil in France 98 and fanned the ball 6 times while in motion and never loosing control? Remember when Abedi Pele zipped through the Elephant defense so fast that he left his shadow in his own half and had to go back to get it before celebrating his goal? Remember when Maradona showed the English that Argentinean Beef has as much to do with the mad cow gene as the Union Jack had to do waving over the Falklands and that the 2nd time around is really better?

All that all can be deemed subtle in comparison to the stunt that Mr.Mathematical first pulled out of his top hat. Like a bat out of hell he shot down the right flank, stopping on a kobo[6] , fanning the ball, performing a half round about to the right , and then turning out of it , only to complete a full one to the left! In other words 2 roundabouts in one move. I mean I have seen Jay Jay Okocha pull off a complete one against Khan (the current Bayern München and DFB Goalie) while playing for Eintracht Frankfurt in the Bundesliga but "les deux" [9]?


Mr. Mathematical,

Come on! That was a Memorex moment if I have ever had one. That summer afternoon in Owerri , Segun Odegbami would justify why a jury of the continents most noted journalists and sports writers would later on in life vote him to be the only Nigerian on the all time African XI . Not even the spectacular performance against Algeria during the 3:0 ANC victory final for Nigeria in Surulere ( where I would see him again and where Ernest Okonkwo made the nickname "Mr. Mathematical" as official as had it been on his birth certificate) could compare to the Maestro's performance that day. I mean where was he not superior? On the ground between potholes or in the air where his headers were so accurate and of such power that they could have been easily been given co starring role behind Danny Glover and Mel Gibson in "Lethal Weapon". The Spartan defenders on the other hand tugged, held, and at one point openly wrestled Odegbami as he carved them up like a hungry man does fresh fried chicken. It became so comical that I pointed out to Emeka in between the " Ehhhhhh's and Ooooooohhhhhhs " [1O] that we where actually coming out on top by witnessing our new teams maiden performance at home, as well as a pretty good Kung Fu slash action comedy drama in full color complete with surround sound and smell! Olusegun in Yoruba means "God is victorious" and though that game ended in a 1:1 draw (due to Pele pulling off a Klinsmann like flop in the 18 and Owolabis subsequent banana shot equalizer) that's exactly what he was , a victor who had won our hearts. Mine forever! As they walked back to their bus heads held high and wet jerseys over their shoulders we cheered, clapped and stomped our feet to the old Igbo song "Nzogbu Nzogbu Enyimba Enyi" [11]. On the surface we may have been cheering the invincibility of our rag tag team but in our hearts we cheering for Segun, for the Green Eagle Stars and for Nigerian Football.



The oranges now being offered by the respectful crowd were sweet and peeled, and the milk both plain or chocolate was icy and cold. Under the heat, suspicions faded, reservations melted and Yoruba and Igbo became Nigerian. One nation under one mantle , football! The ultimate compliment I think came when Emeka and myself raced through the thin Cowboy line and simultaneously touched a startled Segun on his side before dashing on to escape into the crowd. Just like mothers who held their babies up in Zaire to see Ali so that one day they could claim that they had seen "the greatest" -- I too can now say in my old age that I once touched good old Number 7!




Segun Odegbami would be forced to retire late in 1981/early 1982 after a serious knee and patella injury turned worse due to continuous postponement of the much needed and diagnosed surgery. Ironically his younger brother Wole would later suffer an almost similar fate as well. Till then he dominated the right wing like an alpha wolf running with blind alley cats turning the IICC Shooting Stars and the Nigerian Green Eagles into house hold names on the African continent, by certifying them with countless victories as the new kids on the block.The Nigeria we see today fielding a " who is who" from the FA, Serie A or Bundesliga is without doubt the end result of total sacrifice and putting love for country before pocket and health on the part of the "old schoolers" like Odegbami, Okala, Muda and Chuckwu.

Odegbami tried to continue the same "modus operandi" away from the turf when he joined NFA's management, only to find out that they had no board room or competent infrastructure in place to help generate a league which was the then mission statement. Not flustered he stayed on and though the Pepsi League would eventually flourish for both men and women, the noose around Nigerian football in form of the NSC's [12] inept decree 101 (which makes her a permanent back seat driver of the NFA)would slowly suffocate his efforts and erase allot of his future plans.



Most notable being retirement funds and medical coverage for older players without the means to feed or treat themselves in their twilight years. Tired of the old wine in new bottles Odegbami broke ties with the NFA and tried to become her new Chairman in the last election. Unfortunately,those refusing to let old ways go within the very NFA he was trying to upgrade (now dubbed Nigeria's most powerful political party) and Odegbami's close ties to the Abacha regime would be enough to torpedo that attempt. With Mathematics being the perfect science that it is, and Odegbami remaining silently but actively on the local football scene I feel it therefore can not be coincidence that there is another older wiser Olusegun playing a vital role in the reconstruction of a new Nigeria today.This must have been pre calculated by Oga Kpata Kpata [13] long ago who gave us Segun the player arguably a decade too early so that we can have Segun the Football Chairman now when we need him the most. I pray that It will be just a short matter of time before one Segun comes to the aid of the other Segun , and literally speaking gets the ball rolling!


Iwedi Ojinmah was educated at Government College Umuahia, Morgan State and the University of Regensburg and worked for the Washington Post and the National Public Radio in Washington before focusing full time on his upcoming book.