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Soccer Culture Shock / For Ghana women, playing in America has been an eye-opening experience

In this land of plenty, the WUSA's death last week was a

reminder that corporate sugar daddies don't necessarily give to every worthy

cause. America's female soccer players will have to face this World Cup with no

promise of future employment in the sport.

But that's a Poor Little Rich Girl story compared to what the national

women's team from the west African country of Ghana knows. Though the Ghanaian

women - they are known as the Black Queens - hail from a land where soccer

balls (and soccer-ball substitutes) are constantly kicked in yards and streets

and whatever space is available, neither money nor cultural acceptance easily

finds its way to young girls playing the game.

"My friends I knew in school thought I was crazy for my daughter to play

soccer; that's the mindset," said Simon Osei-Agyemang, a native of Ghana who

raised his daughter in Portland, Ore., and sent her to Columbia University to

play the sport.

Mimi Osei-Agyemang - all six feet of her - is the one U.S.-born member of

Ghana's World Cup team that will begin first-round play Saturday night in

Carson, Calif., against 1999 runner-up China.

Four other Black Queens - Alberta Sackey, Elizabeth Baidu, Adjoa Bayor and

Basilea Amoa-Tetteh - got a good glimpse of women's soccer in the U.S. while

playing last season for Robert Morris College in Chicago; those four, in fact,

formed the core in making Robert Morris an NAIA powerhouse.

Expansive, immaculate fields, sideline water fountains and youth clubs with

parents cheering from the sidelines all are revelations to the Ghanaians.

"Alberta and most of the girls that play in Ghana were with a phone company

that had a club team," said Kurt Melcher, the Robert Morris coach who first

recruited Sackey after seeing her play for Ghana in the 1999 World Cup.

"Alberta told me that the women's league had somebody make their hand-sewn


"It's not in their culture for women to participate in sports, so they're

kind of looked down upon. Certainly, their federation doesn't put much money or

effort into it."

In Ghana, where the annual per-capita income is roughly $1,900, young boys

instantly produce soccer balls and trigger street play by way of friendly

communication with visitors. (And if not a soccer ball, a piece of wood or

cardboard box to kick.) But young girls rarely participate.

More likely, the girls are helping support their families by selling

various goods off their heads along the streets or in bus stations: They

balance large bowls on their heads filled with bags of water, plantain chips,

oranges, bananas, bread, toothpaste, eggs and deoderant. Anything one would

need at the market.

"You can find little girls in some of the villages following their brothers

around and playing," said Alex Kwamina Ninson, a Ghanaian-American living in

Spokane, Wash., who helped organize a pre-Cup game for Ghana's team last month.

"But, like most African nations and third-world countries, they certainly

don't have a Title IX approach."

For lack of formal coaching, the style of play picked up by the few girls

who play on the streets is what Robert Morris assistant coach Tom Czop saw

during Ghana's World Cup appearance in '99, when the Black Queens lost to

China, 7-0. "They're individualistic. Flashy," Czop said. "Alberta has told us

that they're taught to play for a show, not to win."

But Osei-Agyemang, who sent his daughter to his homeland as a 16-year-old

to begin playing with the national team, was able to talk Black Queens coach

Oku Aryee into spending time in the States.

"He observed a big tournament in Arizona," Osei-Agyemang said, "and was

shocked to see the level of play of the 12 year olds, 14 year olds. He was

convinced to bring his team here a month before the tournament and play

[college and club] teams here. And I was delighted when I saw Ghana recently

was able to tie China, 1-1."

That sort of result in the World Cup tonight would deserve a celebration.

But not with a pizza party, Robert Morris coach Melcher warned.

"After about the 10th time that we bought postgame pizza," he said,

"Elizabeth Baidu finally came to me and said, 'Coach, we don't eat cheese. We

don't eat pizza. Their food is something closer to Chinese, with rice and

things like that. Now I look for a nearby Chinese restaurant."

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