Before the Trophy, There Was a Song

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The soundtrack that has always belonged to football

The first thing many people remember from a football match is a goal.

The second might be a save, a celebration, or a dramatic final whistle.

But ask supporters what stays with them years later, and surprisingly often, it is neither.

It is the song.

Before kickoff, before the first pass, and long after the trophy has been lifted, football has always had its own soundtrack.

The game has never been silent.


Football was born with music

Perhaps that is no coincidence.

Modern football and much of modern popular music grew from similar places.

Industrial cities.
Working-class communities.
Crowded streets.
Local pride.

Especially in Britain, football and rock music developed almost side by side.

Both became ways for ordinary people to express identity, frustration, hope, and belonging.

A football stadium and a concert venue may look different, but emotionally they share something remarkably similar.

Thousands of strangers arrive separately.

By the end, they leave having shared the same voice.


Every nation has its own sound

The 2026 FIFA World Cup in the United States has made that relationship even more visible.

This tournament has introduced a new tradition.

Winning teams are accompanied by songs that have become part of their own football identity.

For the United States, supporters celebrate with Take Me Home, Country Roads.

England have embraced Wonderwall, turning one of Britain’s most famous songs into a post-match anthem.

Japan entered the stadium accompanied by Ukasuka-G – Egao no Shori wo Kimi to, a song already familiar to many Japanese supporters.

These are not official FIFA songs.

They are cultural choices.

Music has become another way for each nation to say,

“This is who we are.”


Songs that belong to everyone

Some songs, however, no longer belong to one country.

They belong to football itself.

When We Will Rock You begins before extra time, every supporter understands the moment.

When We Are the Champions plays after the final whistle, victory feels complete.

And perhaps no modern football anthem represents this better than Seven Nation Army.

Originally released by The White Stripes, the song became something entirely different once supporters adopted its unforgettable riff.

Across Europe, its stadium version evolved into a faster, louder chant.

Today, millions of supporters know the melody without ever having listened to the original recording.

Football transformed the song.

And the song transformed football.


More than watching

Perhaps this is what makes football unique.

Supporters do not simply watch.

They participate.

They sing.

Outside football—or perhaps outside live music itself—there are very few places where tens of thousands of people willingly raise their voices together.

No script.

No rehearsal.

No invitation.

Only a shared emotion.

For ninety minutes, a stadium becomes something more than a sports venue.

It becomes a choir.


The soundtrack of memory

Long after the score is forgotten, people still remember where they were when they first heard those songs.

A goal can become a memory.

A song can become a lifetime.

Perhaps that is why football has never needed music as decoration.

Music has always been part of the game itself.

Before every trophy, there was a song.

And long after every trophy, the song remains.

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The songs that turn stadiums into one voice.

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World Cup Extra Time: The Match After the Match

Sometimes the most memorable football of a World Cup is not played inside the stadium.

After Japan and the Netherlands delivered one of the tournament’s most captivating matches, thousands of supporters slowly streamed out into the vast grounds surrounding the stadium in Dallas. The game itself had been excellent. The atmosphere was electric. Most people would have been satisfied to take photos, buy souvenirs, and head home carrying the memories of a thrilling evening.

Instead, something else happened.

A ball appeared.

And football began again.

One Ball, No Rules, No Borders

The match took place not inside the stadium, but in the open supporter zone beyond the gates—a space reserved for ticket holders, filled with food trucks, merchandise stands, bars, and places to relax before and after the game.

There were no referees.

No organized teams.

No official goals.

No registration.

No language requirements.

Just a group of strangers who looked at a football and instinctively understood what to do next.

Within minutes, Japanese supporters, Dutch supporters, Americans, and Mexican fans had become teammates and opponents at the same time. Some wore national-team shirts. Others had simply wandered over after hearing laughter and seeing a crowd gather around the ball.

Names were unknown.

Languages were different.

Football was enough.

The Universal Language

One of football’s great strengths is its simplicity.

You do not need expensive equipment. You do not need a carefully prepared pitch. You do not even need shared words.

A pass communicates intention.

A run communicates possibility.

A raised hand communicates gratitude.

Within a few minutes, everyone understands who likes to dribble, who prefers to pass, who defends aggressively, and who plays with quiet elegance. Football reveals personality remarkably quickly.

Watching the scene unfold in Dallas, it became clear that the sport’s greatest power may not be its professional competitions, but its ability to create instant communities.

The World Cup gathers nations.

A football creates connections.

The Best Match of the Day?

The official match had featured elite athletes, tactical preparation, and global attention.

The unofficial match featured none of those things.

Yet the joy felt remarkably similar.

Many of the participants had spent ninety minutes passionately supporting their countries inside one of the world’s most celebrated stadiums. Moments later, they were chasing the same ball together, laughing at mistakes, applauding good plays, and celebrating goals that nobody would ever record.

There was no scoreboard.

No statistics.

No highlights package.

Only football.

In some ways, it captured the essence of the game more clearly than the professional spectacle that preceded it.

A Stadium Designed for People

This scene was only possible because the environment allowed it.

The stadium precinct offered more than transportation and security. It provided space for people to stay, gather, interact, and create their own experiences.

That is an often-overlooked aspect of football infrastructure.

Great stadiums are not merely places to watch matches. They are places where football culture can emerge organically.

How many major venues around the world would welcome an impromptu multinational kickabout after a World Cup match?

How many would have the space, atmosphere, and sense of trust required for it to happen naturally?

Dallas deserves credit for creating the conditions.

The supporters supplied the rest.

Football Beyond the Final Whistle

The World Cup is often described as a competition between nations.

Yet moments like this suggest something different.

Perhaps the tournament’s greatest achievement is not deciding a champion, but reminding millions of people that they already share something in common.

A ball.

A game.

A language that requires no translation.

Long after the result of Japan versus the Netherlands fades from memory, many supporters may remember a different match—the one played on a patch of grass outside the stadium, among strangers who became teammates for an evening.

That, too, was the World Cup.

Going to America, 32 Years Later

A football supporter wearing a vintage number 11 jersey looking toward a distant stadium under an American sunset sky

The Dream That Stopped in Doha

On October 28, 1993, Japan stood only minutes away from history.

A victory against Iraq would have sent the nation to its first FIFA World Cup.

Instead, a late equalizer arrived from a short corner.

2–2.

The final whistle followed.

And a dream disappeared.

Japanese football remembers that night simply as “The Agony of Doha.”

For those who watched it, the memory never really left.


One More Step

Football history is often measured in goals.

But sometimes it is measured in centimeters.

In Doha, there were moments that came down to one final step.

One final touch.

One final clearance.

Among the players desperately trying to close down the cross was a young midfielder named Hajime Moriyasu.

Nearby was Japan’s star forward, Kazuyoshi Miura — KAZU — the face of Japanese football.

Both were close.

Not close enough.

History rarely explains how painful “almost” can be.


Before World Cups Became Normal

Today, Japan has qualified for eight consecutive World Cups.

For younger supporters, qualification can almost feel expected.

In 1993, it was the opposite.

Japan had never appeared on football’s biggest stage.

The J.League had only recently begun.

Captain Tsubasa had taught an entire generation to dream about the World Cup.

But dreams remained dreams.

The tournament existed somewhere far away, on television screens and magazine pages.

America felt unimaginably distant.


The Heroes Who Never Went

That Doha squad contained many of the defining figures of Japanese football.

Masami Ihara.
Tetsuji Hashiratani.
Shigetatsu Matsunaga.
Kenta Hasegawa.
Masashi Nakayama.
Ramos Ruy.
Kazu.

Some became legends.

Some became coaches.

Some became memories.

Yet none of them reached the World Cup that year.

Their generation built the foundation of Japanese football without receiving the reward they had spent their careers chasing.

That may be one of the cruelest truths in sport.


The Quiet Player Who Stayed

Among those stars stood Moriyasu.

He was not the most famous player.

Not the most marketable.

Not the headline.

Few people in 1993 would have predicted that he would become the most influential figure from that generation.

Yet history often favors patience.

Thirty-two years later, it is Moriyasu who leads Japan back toward America.

Not as a player.

As the manager of the national team.


Football’s Long Memory

Sport moves quickly.

Football remembers slowly.

The players on Japan’s 2026 squad were not even born when Doha happened.

Many grew up watching entirely different generations.

Yet football cultures carry memories across decades.

The lessons.

The scars.

The ambitions.

The unfinished journeys.

In that sense, every World Cup team carries more people than the twenty-six names listed on the squad sheet.


Going to America

There is something poetic about the destination.

America.

The World Cup Japan nearly reached in 1993.

The World Cup KAZU dreamed of.

The World Cup that slipped away.

And now, after thirty-two years, Japan returns.

This time as one of the strongest teams in Asia.

This time with genuine ambitions.

This time led by a man who knows exactly how quickly dreams can disappear.

No one understands complacency less than Hajime Moriyasu.

He has already lived the consequences.


More Than a Tournament

For some supporters, this World Cup is not simply another competition.

It is a continuation.

A journey paused in Doha and resumed three decades later.

Some will travel to the United States wearing modern shirts.

Others may wear old ones.

Perhaps even the number 11.

Not because football can rewrite history.

But because football allows history to travel with us.

And somewhere between Doha and America, between 1993 and 2026, between KAZU and the next generation, a dream continues moving forward.

Thirty-two years later.

America is finally waiting.


With old No.11

This summer, I will travel to America wearing an old No.11 shirt.

Not because football owes us anything.

But because some journeys deserve to be completed.