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Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 here)

This rot has spread from the Anglosphere and is now found even in nations with far less “diversity.” Italy, the defending champions going into Euro 2024, were very disappointing this time around. Their defense of the title lasted a measly four matches: three matches in the group phase, which they barely managed to advance from, and then they were brusquely eliminated in the first round of the knock-out phase.

Italian footballing fortunes have been deliriously up and down. Since winning the World Cup with a golden generation in 2006, Italy has wallowed in the depths of some of the most miserable performances (two consecutive failures to qualify for World Cups) and has also soared to unexpected heights (finishing runner-up at the European Cup in 2012, and winning it all in 2021). Italy’s calcio problems are myriad and go deep, all the way to the very essence of Italianità. What cannot be said, at least not by any sane observer, is that Italy’s weak showing at Euro 2024 was down to its lack of black players, yet that is exactly what Italian journalist Eleonora Camilli said on X.

“This ‘Italietta,’” she wrote, using a mocking diminutive for the country, “eliminated from the Euros seems to me a perfect mirror of the country. The other national teams have lads that second/third/fourth generation [migrants]. Talents whose citizenship was recognised long ago. We are such a white team, out of step.”

Let us remember that Camilli was speaking of the defending champions, white men who vanquished all in the previous edition of the European Cup, with four World Cups and two European Cups in their trophy cabinet. Feelings don’t care about facts. Camilli wants to do away with ius sanguinis laws and place the African migrants for whom she clearly has a fetish on the fast track to citizenship. She latched on to Italy’s mediocre display at a football tournament to push her immigration extremism.

Days later, Camilli would again use sport to promote her fetish. In the women’s Wimbledon tennis tournament, a woman named Jasmine Paolini secured a place in the final by defeating Croatia’s Donna Vekic. Paolini is the daughter of an Italian man and a half-Ghanian woman. Camilli saw fit to declare Paolini an avatar of the ‘‘new Italy’’ which ‘‘wins at everything’’, presumably thanks to blotting out its lineage with African ink. When Paolini lost the Wimbledon final to a white Slavic woman, Camilli fell silent. A tennis aficionado might say her serve had been broken.

The media and propaganda war raged on as the tournament progressed to its business end. When only four teams were left to decide the semifinals, the Union of European Football Associations (UEFA), the governing body of European football, decided that the best graphic to promote the final four teams should feature not one native European.

For UEFA, and for that army of liberals besieging our sanity, the four men pictured are simultaneously representations of diversity and are also “just as” Spanish, French, Dutch, and English as their respective native countrymen. So just what exactly is the diversity that they represent, if it is not ethnic and racial? This was the exhausting debate raging on Spanish social media. As La Furia Roja dominated proceedings in every match, storming their way to the final, the same tiresome, exhausting political drama playing out in England became the central feature in Spain’s experience of the tournament, too.

The similarities are impossible not to notice. The Spanish media focused aggressively on Spain’s migrant players — of which there were only two; not a lot compared to other Western European teams such as England, France, and Germany. When Spain won, the migrant players were feted relentlessly, until the inescapable narrative was that Spain only won because of the two migrant players.

Lamine Yamal, pictured in the UEFA promotional graphic, is a Moroccan wunderkind who plays with the Moroccan flag stitched to his boots and who cheered when Morocco eliminated Spain at the 2022 World Cup. Yet, he plays for Spain because that’s where he lives and that’s what is good for his footballing career.

Spain’s other “diverse” player is Nico Williams. Williams is the son of Ghanian migrants. He was born in Spain, specifically in Basque Country, and a shocking number of Spaniards believe that this makes him not only Spanish, but even Basque. The Basques are a chauvinistic people who utilized terrorism, in the form of the Euskadi Ta Askatasuna (ETA), or “Basque Homeland and Liberty,” in order to defend their ethnic identity. To this day, a significant number of Basques loathe the idea of being part of Spain and considered Spaniards. Yet, these same ETA-lionizing Basque separatists think a black child born to African parents is just as Basque as they are. Why? How is this possible? Because Basque separatism is dying from late-stage liberalism, and a symptom of late-stage liberalism is the belief that all humans are the same, just blank slates that can be moved from place to place, and European ethnic identities are determined by nothing more than pieces of paper or the location of the hospital you’re born in.

Adding to the absurdity of Nico Williams’ supposedly Spanish identity is his older brother, Iñaki. Iñaki Williams is a football player, too. He was never quite good enough to break into the Spanish selección, and with his career winding down and the World Cup in 2022 representing his last chance ever to play in such a momentous tournament, Iñaki, who had previously played for Spain on a handful of occasions, magically transformed into a Ghanian and joined the Ghanian national team. To mark the occasion, he took to social media and proclaimed his joy in playing for his people. Suddenly, his people were no longer Spaniards, but Ghanians. Prior to his miraculous transfiguration, however, if anyone had dared to say the Ghanian is not Spanish, Iñaki would have dragged that person in front of the new Spanish Inquisition for committing the sin of racism.

Indeed, like many an African footballer in Europe, Iñaki Williams hasn’t shied away from race grievance-grifting. He once proclaimed that when his mother was still pregnant with him, she scaled the border fence at Melilla in order to seek refuge on Spanish territory. What an amazing story, no? So easy to picture it: the poor black woman, belly round with child inside. She’s parched, sand stuck to her sweating skin. Behind her, a sad life in Africa. Ahead of her, a racist barrier preventing her from living the life she deserves but that white privilege keeps from her. So she climbs that damned racist barrier, pregnant though she is. She climbs it and jumps right over to the other side. She dusts herself off, gets to her feet, and raises a fist in black victory.

Well, would you believe it? Turns it out it didn’t happen that way. See, the border fence at Melilla wasn’t built until after Iñaki Williams was already born. But the victimhood narrative was just too tempting to resist for ol’ Iñaki. Incredibly, Williams’ claim that his parents traveled the Sahara barefoot and climbed a fence that did not exist at the time is featured on his Wikipedia page.

Now we come to 2024 and the younger Williams is surpassing his brother’s footballing feats. Nico faced no difficulty earning a place in the Spanish national team, and so it was that Spain went to Germany with two migrant-background players on its roster. As Spain racked up win after win, each success was attributed to Yamal and Williams. Even if they didn’t play particularly well, even if other players had more influence on the outcome of the match, still the spotlight remained fixed on the Maghrebi and the sub-Saharan. Spanish Leftists and multiculturalists relished in praising the two non-white players, holding them up as symbols of the “new Spain” that embraces diversity, while also making sure to remind everyone that both Yamal and Williams were just as Spanish as the other players on the team, and in fact “more Spanish” than any racista who refused to acknowledge them as Spanish.

Just as in England, the progressives in Spain try to wield the spear that is sharpened at both ends. When a Moroccan and a Ghanian kick the ball good, Spanish Leftists such as Irene Montero assert, through shit-eating grins, that Spain’s football team enjoys success thanks only to a Moroccan and Ghanian, and they try to use those players as a justification for bringing into Spain even more Moroccans and Ghanians. The other end of the spear is that for every one Moroccan like Lamine Yamal, there are about 100 others who are violent criminals. Just days after the Euros kicked off, two Moroccan migrant youths living in the town of Gata beat a Spaniard named David to death with a baseball bat. These Moroccans had a history of accosting women and girls in town, and David had gone to confront them, undoubtedly thinking that a few stern words would be enough.

Spaniards are meant to celebrate immigration because a migrant son puts a ball into a net. How are Spaniards meant to react when, according to Spain’s own criminality statistics, Moroccans account for four times as many crime suspects as native Spaniards, despite making up much less of the population? Algerians account for ten times as many crime suspects. If ever the term Orwellian can be used without sounding cliché, it’s to describe Spain’s Ministry of Equality. According to data provided by the Ministry, Spain’s foreign population committed 24 out of 49 cases of feminicidio — the murder of women — in 2023, and 46% of convictions for sex crimes are of foreigners, too, with nationals from Africa committing 20% of that 46% despite only making up around 2.5% of the population. When analyzing these statistics, it is also important to remember that many criminals may be classified as native Spaniards because they have acquired citizenship through naturalization or having been born to parents who were naturalized. So the number of non-Spaniard murderers and rapists could be even higher.

England, Spain, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, France . . . all over Europe the data tells the same story. Migrants from Africa and the Middle East commit an astonishingly disproportionate amount of crime. Lamine Yamal sometimes celebrates his goals by raising three fingers on one hand and four fingers on the other in homage to the 304 postal code of a town called Mataró on the Catalan coast, where he grew up. Again, progressives such as Irene Montero found themselves salivating at such a gesture: the brown boy proud of his roots, his Spanish roots. See, racists? Immigration is a success!

In February of this year, that very town of Mataró, which is now home to an ever-increasing Middle Eastern and Northern African population, some Maghrebis mugged and then stabbed a 15-year-old boy. Later in the year, a Moroccan wounded two people with a machete while screaming “god is great” in Arabic. Yamal’s own father, Mounir Nasraoui, once physically attacked VOX party members who had set up a booth in a public square. He was charged with assault and fined 660 euros. Rather than denounce Nasraoui, Spanish progressives put him on a pedestal. Violence against fachas is good, you see?

Muggings, stabbings, and breaking-and-enterings are all common occurrences in Mataró now, and almost all of the crimes are perpetrated by the town’s migrant population. But oh! One of them didn’t turn out to be a violent criminal — yet — and he’s good at the kick ball game, so everything balances out. You’re losing your country, your culture is degraded, entire towns have become unsafe rubbish heaps full of human detritus from faraway lands, but look on the bright side: the national football team is in the semifinal of the Euros. This is what liberal progressives actually expect us to believe.

This constant idolizing of non-white players is a reflection of how important the issue of non-white immigration has become for the liberal Left and the ruling class. Italy and Spain have both had a handful of black players before. Long ago, Marcos Senna, a black Brazilian, played for Spain. In Italy, Matteo Ferrari, a half-Guinean man, played for Gli Azzurri. Angelo Ogbonna, a Nigerian who obtained Italian citizenship, also played about a dozen matches for Italy. But this was in the faraway times when a black player wasn’t a willing bioweapon in the hands of the activists, politicians, and multiculti fanatics.

The stakes are noticeably higher now than a few decades ago, when one or two non-European players of migrant background meant nothing. Maybe we were too naïve at the time, but even admitting a bit of naïveté, it is undeniable that white erasure and mass migration have become a feature more and more prominent in the everyday lives of both Europeans and the foreign populations coming to Europe to replace them. Every waking moment is filled with reminders that you, White Man, are being subbed off the pitch. There is no separating the football from the politics. There isn’t even an attempt to separate the two.

Take Team France, for example. As Euro 2024 progressed, it coincided with the European Union’s parliamentary elections and the subsequent snap elections held in France. Members of the French football team, which is a symbol of replacement migration just by its mere existence, did not shy away from giving their thoughts on the matter, something that used to be deemed uncouth but is now encouraged, so long as the players’ thoughts are in perfect alignment with the liberal hegemony’s.

Almost every player on the France roster is a black man from Africa or born to African migrant parents, notwithstanding the French policy of granting French citizenship to anyone born on French territory. Star player Killian Mbappé is Cameroonian, and has stated that being Cameroonian is an important part of his identity. In the wake of the EU parliamentary elections in which the French Right-wing smashed Macron’s “centrist” party and the various Leftist remoras, Mbappé chided the French population for voting for the Right and reminded them to vote for the “correct” party next time around, for the sake of French values such as “democracy’’ and ‘‘diversity.” Thierry Henry, a black ex-player who has said that his favorite film is The Color Purple because it speaks to him “as a black man,” supported Mbappé and also called on the French to “block the extremists.”

In the second round of France’s snap election, a hastily cobbled-together alliance between Macron and the far Left prevented the French nationalist Right from securing the electoral win that, according to the actual vote count, was deservedly theirs. Another African playing for France at Euro 2024, Aurélien Tchouameni, celebrated on Twitter/X by calling this political stymie a “victory for the people.” But which people? There is clearly a divide between what the African and Maghrebi population living in France wants, and what the native French want.

The pot was well boiling with political tension by the time France met Spain in the semi-final. In the aftermath of the EU elections and in the build-up to the snap domestic election, French antifa groups had stormed the streets of major cities, vandalizing and rioting, as is their custom. As they gathered in city squares they shouted No Pasarán! (“They won’t pass!”), the battle cry of Communists and anarchists during the Spanish Civil War (the “they” referring to Spanish nationalists). French newspaper L’Equipe decided to use this antifa slogan as its front-page headline on the day of the match against Spain. Quite the provocation. France ended up suffering the same punishment for its hubris as England did, because Spain, a team with more than a couple of open fascistas in its ranks, would go on to defeat France’s :eftist Africans.

The Euro that Wasn’t

Any football purist would say that the football on display throughout Euro 2024 was rather poor, and most matches were a slog to get through. What they might not say was that the whole tournament was a slog to get through. From the German authorities banning the song “L’amour Toujours” in case fans sang the new, forbidden lyrics to the weaponized players, the barrage of propaganda, and the insufferable and cynical posturing from diversity zealots and liberal progressives, the whole thing was a dud.

We really can’t have nice things, and it’s exhausting. For someone like you reading this, you live in a time when many of life’s simple joys have been taken from you. You should be able to partake of and enjoy the cultural creations of your society, yet so much of what is created in this age is purposefully crafted to scandalize and insult you, to humiliate and demoralize you, to desecrate things which you hold dear. These desecrators have not spared the sporting world from their vandalizing urges. You should be able to watch your nation’s football team play in a festive tournament and feel proud of and connected to them, your kinsmen, without being subjected to a shelling of propaganda, but alas, they’ve taken even the football from you.

The acidic irony is that whenever these festive tournaments come along, be they the World Cup, the Euros, the Olympics, etc., the organizers always insist that it’s all about bringing people together. Sport unites us! #Football is the new advertising pun flashed across UEFA’s 30-second television spots and emblazoned on the hoardings around Europe’s football pitches. But they are not really interested in unity, otherwise they wouldn’t be so dead-set on promoting socially-engineered diversity, which causes disunity among a nation-state. They are not really interested in bringing people together and they are certainly not interested in the health and happiness of a nation.

This was evidenced to perfection by the very same liberal progressives in Spain who spent the month-long tournament cackling with glee as they rubbed diversity in the noses of Spanish Rightists. “Spain is winning and it’s all thanks to an Arab Muslim and an African (who are just as Spanish as you, even though I just said they are Arab and African). Bet it makes you furious, doesn’t it?”

Then, when Spain ended up winning the whole kit and caboodle, those smug liberal progressives retreated like Gollum into their caves, seething and grimacing while Spaniards flooded into city squares, united under red and yellow flags, and celebrated the triumph of a team that was 92% ethnically European. Their bitterness burned hotter as Vice Captain Daniel Carvajal led passionate patriotic chants to “Querida España” and “Gibraltar es español.” Several players, including one who has said positive things about Franco, snubbed Leftist-socialist President Pedro Sánchez, barely shaking his hand and not bothering to look him in the eye as he congratulated them. Contrasted with the genuine happiness the players exuded while lifting the trophy alongside King Felipe, and the neo-republicans can only cry as they dream about 1936.

The mood in Spain right now is that Spain is so back. Ha renacido la España feliz. Happy Spain is reborn after years and years of misery. Yes, it’s a melodramatic exaggeration, and yes, if only Spaniards cared as much about their country’s real problems and its future as they care about a silly game. But there is nothing quite like a sporting achievement to unblock pent-up patriotism and nationalist sentiment, and the liberal progressives cannot stand it.