Azteca Chaos, Messi Magic, and Cape Verde's Upset Hold

Billy Galligan - Author

Welcome to a brand new kind of episode, folks. After years of looking back at World Cups gone by, this time we’re living it in real time. The World Cup has come to North America — to my adopted home — and round one of the group stages is done and dusted. So let’s get into it while it’s still hot off the pitch.We have to start with the opener. Mexico against South Africa at the Azteca, and this game made history before it even got going properly. Three red cards. Three. The most ever shown in a World Cup opening match — two for South Africa, one for Mexico’s own captain César Montes, sent off for a hard tackle that referees these days simply won’t tolerate. South Africa finished with nine men, Mexico finished with ten, and somehow, through all that chaos, normal football still broke out. Mexico won it two-nil, becoming hosts and victors on the same historic night. And here’s the thing — there hasn’t been another red card since. The tournament took one almighty fit of madness right out of the gate, got it out of its system, and settled down nicely after that.

Billy Galligan - Author

Watching that referee try to regain control of twenty-two furious men in the middle of a screaming stadium, I couldn't help but laugh. It reminded me exactly of my day job. You see, when I'm not writing or thinking about soccer, I drive a yellow school bus for Gwinnett County just outside Atlanta — my yellow chariot of chaos, as I like to call it. And let me tell you, trying to manage a midfield battle when the tempers are flared is nothing compared to keeping order among forty middle-school kids on a rainy Monday afternoon when the Wi-Fi is down and everyone's had too much sugar.

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On the bus, you've got to scan your mirrors every three seconds, watch for the blind spots, and de-escalate an argument over a stolen bag of chips before it turns into a riot. You can't just throw red cards at ten-year-olds, more's the pity! You have to use that quiet, steady authority. That referee at the Azteca, he lost his cool, and once you lose your temper, you've lost the bus. But what an opening night. It set the tone for everything that was to follow.

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Now, let's move away from the thin air of Mexico and look at how the other co-hosts got on. We had a real contrast in fortunes here. Up north in the cold, Canada fought out an incredibly scrappy, physical 1-1 draw with Bosnia. It wasn't pretty, it was a proper battle in the trenches, but a point is a point on the big stage. But out on the West Coast, the United States put on an absolute clinic.

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They thrashed Paraguay 4-1 in front of a home crowd that made some serious noise. That four-one scoreline really got the tournament buzz started up. Three nations sharing the hosting duties for the first time ever, and all three are already up and running and looking like they belong on this stage.

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But I have to be completely honest with you all. A bit of my Dublin upbringing crept out during the other matches. I was watching South Korea play Czechia, and I was cheering for the Koreans like my life depended on it. Why? Because I hold a grudge. A petty, glorious, long-standing Irish grudge. It was the Czechs who kept Ireland out of this tournament, you see.

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So when South Korea went out there and absolutely did the business on them, beating them fair and square, I was sitting in my living room in Tucker, rubbing my hands together with a massive grin on my face. Is it mature? Probably not. But as we say back home, "Sure, why not?" There is nothing quite like the sweet taste of secondary revenge in football to make your evening.

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This round was also about the old guard, the legends who are walking into the autumn of their careers but still showing the young lads how it's done. And we have to start with Lionel Messi. At thirty-eight years of age, the man went out and scored his first-ever World Cup hat-trick. Think about that! With all he has achieved, he'd never had a treble in this tournament until now.

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With those three goals, he matched Miroslav Klose's legendary record of sixteen World Cup goals. But what got me wasn't just the statistics; it was the raw emotion. When he scored that first goal, you could see his face on the high-definition screens. Tears. Actual tears in his eyes. At thirty-eight, after winning everything a human being can win in this sport, the green grass and the white ball still mean that much to him. It's beautiful, really.

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Then, on the other side of the ledger, we had Cristiano Ronaldo. He made history just by stepping onto the pitch, marking his sixth World Cup appearance. Six tournaments! That is an incredible testament to physical discipline. But his match wasn't quite the fairytale Messi had. Portugal was held to a frustrating 1-1 draw by a incredibly resilient DR Congo side. Ronaldo spent most of the night throwing his hands in the air, cursing the heavens, and looking thoroughly thoroughly annoyed with the world. But that's the beauty of this level; nobody gives you a yard of space just because of your name.

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Meanwhile, over in the England camp, Harry Kane did what Harry Kane does. He scored a double against Croatia, which drew him level with Gary Lineker's England record. He's just a clinical, relentless goal-scoring machine. And we can't talk about star power without mentioning Kylian Mbappé. France was looking incredibly sluggish, sleepwalking through their match, when Mbappé decided he'd had enough. He picked up the ball, looked up, and hit an absolute screamer from thirty yards out. It was like a thunderbolt that woke the entire French team from their slumber. When the great players decide to turn it on, there is absolutely nothing you can do but watch and appreciate it.

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But you know me — while I love the superstars, my heart always goes out to the underdogs, the Cinderellas who refuse to read the script. And the performance of the round has to go to Cape Verde. They played Spain, the mighty Spain with all their tiki-taka passing and expensive superstars, and Cape Verde held them to a scoreless draw. A 0-0 masterclass in defensive resilience.

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Their goalkeeper, Vozinha, was absolutely magnificent, throwing himself across the goalmouth like a man possessed. But the real story for me, the thing that made me sit up in my chair, was looking at the center of their defense. There was Irish born Pico Lopes. Now, for those who don't know, Pico Lopes plays his club football for Shamrock Rovers in the League of Ireland. Our league! The league where the rain blows sideways and the pitches aren't always like billiard tables.

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To see a League of Ireland player standing tall against some of the best attackers in world football and keeping a clean sheet, it just makes your heart swell. We also had Joey Anang, the St Pat's goalkeeper, representing Ghana. It shows that the Irish league has got real quality, real steel, and it's being represented on the grandest stage of them all.

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And that brings me back to DR Congo's gritty point against Portugal. That defensive discipline they showed, it is a work of art. People think defending is just about kicking the ball away, but it's not. It's about structure, patience, and absolute concentration. It's like steering a heavily loaded school bus down a very narrow, winding Irish country road with low-hanging branches and ditches on either side. You can't make a single mistake. One inch too far to the left, and you're in the hedge. One second of lost focus, and the superstar striker is through on goal. DR Congo kept their discipline, they kept the bus on the road, and they earned a historic result.

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As the opening round drew to a close, the drama only intensified. If you want to know what this tournament means, you only had to look at Toronto. Ghana was playing Panama, and the match was deadlocked. It looked for all the world like it was going to end in a draw. Then, in the ninety-fifth minute — deep, deep into stoppage time — Caleb Yirenkyi found himself with a half-chance. He struck it, it went in, and the stadium absolutely erupted.

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The sheer ecstasy on the faces of the Ghanaian players and fans, contrasted with the absolute, crushing heartbreak of the Panama players collapsing to the turf — that is the essence of soccer. There is no middle ground. It is either heaven or hell, decided in a fraction of a second.

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Then we had Colombia. They played Uzbekistan, who are making their very first appearance in a World Cup. The match was played in Mexico City, but you would have sworn it was Bogota. The stadium was a sea of vibrant, brilliant yellow. The Colombian fans brought the carnival atmosphere, and their team responded with a dominant 3-1 victory. Uzbekistan showed great heart, but the Colombian quality and the sheer noise of their support was just too much to overcome.

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So here we are. The opening round is in the books, and what a ride it has been. We've had red cards, tears of joy, absolute thunderbolts, and tactical masterclasses from the underdogs. My mind is already racing thinking about what Round Two is going to bring. If the first few days are anything to go by, we are in for a tournament that will be argued over, laughed at, and remembered for decades to come. I'll be right here, watching every turn of the wheel. Until next time, lads and lassies, keep your eyes on the road and your heart in the game. You'll be grand!