By Tinomudaishe Chinyoka
There are legends, and then there are legends. Take nothing away from present day heroes and other also-runs, but they will never quite reach the levels of yesterday’s greats. Or, at least I think so.
Moses Chunga is to my mind the greatest football player this country has ever seen. ‘Mambo we bhora’ is a phrase that was coined for his like, and it fits.
‘Bambo’ as he is known by those who know him, runs the MBCA (Moses Bambo Chunga Academy) in Harare for young footballers with aspirations to make a career out of the beautiful game. Most of their expenses are paid for by the great one, out of his pocket.
That is not what is most disarming about the man: rather it is his humility.
The man has no airs, no sense of his own greatness. And over the past weekend, that was patently obvious. And this is why.
Someone mischievously arranged a football tournament in my name in Mberengwa, the land of my forefathers. They then invited me to pass through; I was committed so I did not go. Needless to say, those who took part were not best pleased. They thought I had snubbed something I had started!
