Emmanuel Emegha, a footballer in France’s top division, has just been suspended by his club for what was deemed to be an act of unacceptable public behaviour. What had he done? Punched an opponent? Thrown a game in a betting scandal? Far worse than that: Emegha had become confused about which country the city of Strasbourg was in, France or Germany.
The trouble was that Emegha is the current star striker for RC Strasbourg, and, traditionally, most football fans do expect even their foreign signings to at least know which nation the team is based in. If nothing else, it’s useful for getting the correct plane to the stadium. If you’re supposed to be turning out for Birmingham City in England but end up getting on the flight to Birmingham, Alabama, instead, you’re probably going to be late for kick-off.
Not being truly European, Emegha evidently knew next to nothing about the history of his new supposed ‘hometown.’ Sitting on the left bank of the Rhine (that’s a river in Germany, Emmanuel), Strasbourg was claimed for France by Louis XIV in 1681, but its ownership has passed between France and Germany many times since, changing its nationality four times between 1870 and 1945 alone. Yet the player did not know any of this, any more than the average Strasbourg resident would know very much about the history of Khartoum or Timbuktu.
Transferred to the club in 2023 from a team in Austria—albeit Emegha thought it was in Australia—the player recently gave an interview to Dutch TV admitting that “To be honest, I didn’t even know where Strasbourg was. I thought it was in Germany, but it turned out to be in France.” Don’t worry, Emmanuel; the Kaiser and the Führer once made the exact same mistake before you, so it’s not as if you’re in bad company there or anything.
Alpha and Emegha
How did Emegha manage to get his Alsaces and his Lorraines so very mixed up?
For one thing, Emmanuel doesn’t exactly seem much of a stickler for detail. He doesn’t even know how to spell his own name. Although there are two ‘ms’ on his birth certificate, for years he wrote his forename otherwise, as “I was lazy and thought one ‘m’ was enough.”
That’s not the only detail which might have caused Em(m)anuel some issues at passport control. What nationality, precisely, is he? Neither French nor German, hence his ignorance of regional geography, he officially represents the Netherlands, another confusingly named location he often mistakes for the homeland of Peter Pan. Yet, whilst born on European soil, it was not to genuine Dutch parents but to two Africans, a Togolese father and a Nigerian mother. According to the magic of little pieces of paper, his father was officially French-Togolese, but, realistically, Emegha Sr. is not going to have been French in quite the same way as Charles de Gaulle, is he?
To further muddy affairs, since making his professional debut in 2020, Emmanuel Emegha has played for clubs in the Netherlands, Belgium, Austria, and, finally, France (probably). Yet the situation is then further complicated by how the striker is not actually an RC Strasbourg player at all, but a Chelsea FC player. Chelsea, who are based across the English Channel in London, have announced Emmanuel has signed an agreement to join them in the summer of 2026.
So, to sum things up, he is a Dutchman who is really an African, born to parents who are legally European, apart from the fact they are clearly Togolese and Nigerian, and he plays for a club in France, despite simultaneously also belonging to a separate club in England—a club which itself is really owned by Americans. No wonder he doesn’t know where he is.
Strasbourg, dead ahead!
What made the situation even worse was that Emmanuel is RC Strasbourg’s present team captain, so is theoretically supposed to stand as the very on-pitch embodiment of local pride and civic identity, rather than an emblem of rootless globalist fungibility. Sadly, what many supporters of Strasbourg prefer not to acknowledge is that RC Strasbourg is also now an emblem of rootless globalist fungibility in and of itself, too.
Just like Chelsea, Strasbourg is equally an American club in disguise, both being owned by Clearlake Capital, a transatlantic venture capital firm. Strasbourg—being by far the smaller, less profitable team—has been repositioned as an alleged ‘feeder club’ by Chelsea, intended to blood talented but inexperienced youth signings in its own first team before quickly shipping them on to London and the glamour of the English Premier League, should they seem to be making the grade.
In his interview with Dutch TV, Strasbourg’s alleged sporting avatar also carelessly let slip that this outcome was precisely what he had been hoping for when he signed for the club:
Strasbourg really had a plan for young players like me. [i.e., to sell us on to Chelsea as soon as possible] Well, that’s worked out. I was the first player they started this process with, and next season I’m going to Chelsea. So, it went exactly as I’d hoped.
Thus, as soon as he arrived, Emegha was already hoping to be sent elsewhere from this pathetic, no-mark side which he couldn’t even be bothered looking up in an atlas beforehand. At least he was honest about this fact, something which many nomadic mercenaries amongst Europe’s current wholly interchangeable playing staff are not: an honesty which then got him immediately suspended for what amounted to a kind of sporting truth crime.
No home fixtures
At first glance, someone as transnationally cosmopolitan as Emegha seems an inappropriate choice to serve as captain for any team but Wanderers FC; on second glance, as all of Europe these days has been deliberately transformed into an insipid, flattened-out, transposable trading zone by the likes of the EU, maybe he actually stands as the ideal captain for just about any football club in 2020s Western Europe, nearly all of which are now avatars of FC Brussels, in a way.
The European Union did indeed play a central role in bringing this entire state of sporting affairs about. This year saw the 30th anniversary of something called the ‘Bosman Ruling’, which liberalised rules around international transfers in European club football. Prior to this, clubs playing in European competition were limited to a mere three non-domestic players in each starting line-up, plus two “assimilated” youth-teamers, like Irish teens in an English side. Yet, following a ruling from the European Court of Justice (ECJ) in December 1995, this stipulation was deemed a violation of the core EU principle of free movement for workers, under what is now Article 45 of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union.
The end result, intended or otherwise, was the complete ruination of European club football. In line with intractable EU globalist dogma, previously strong links between the men on the terraces and the men on the pitch have gradually withered over the course of the three decades since, as random global citizens like Emegha began replacing home-grown heroes like Liverpool’s Jamie Carragher or Manchester United’s Gary Neville.
In addition, the Bosman Ruling allowed ultra-rich club sides to just buy their way to success by hoovering up the best available ready-made global talent from abroad, rather than the more unreliable method of developing their own in-house players. This led to increasing predictability and boredom in many major European leagues, where expensively assembled super-teams like Bayern Munich and Paris St-Germain are 90% guaranteed to win the title before the season has even begun.
A complete Basquet case
Football today has come a long way from the days of the ‘Lisbon Lions’, the celebrated 1967 European Cup-winning team of Glasgow Celtic, a team with a genuinely unified sense of inner-city Glaswegian Catholic identity. Every last member of the Lisbon Lions’ First XI was Scottish-bred, it often being said the entire side was born within a mere ten miles of the club’s stadium. In fact, this is an exaggeration—one was born 11 miles away. Nonetheless, as a sporting emblem of humanly incarnated civic pride, the 1967 team shall forever remain without parallel in today’s blandly deracinated, borderless Schengen Zone Europe.
In the post-Bosman era, Glasgow Celtic (now generally known just as ‘Celtic’; the ‘Glasgow’ element probably struck marketing men as too potentially alienating to foreign fanbases) are represented not purely by local Catholic boys from the city and its immediate surroundings, but by endless athletes from locations as far-flung as Japan, whose signings are doubtless made with one eye on potential lucrative replica shirt sales in Far Eastern markets.
Some rare sides, such as Spain’s Athletic Bilbao, do run a voluntary self-imposed policy of only fielding local players (in this case Basques), but by doing so, they already play 1-0 down against other sides who are not so scrupulous. In such an environment, the only way for outfits like Bilbao to remain competitive has been to cheat on their own rules by repeatedly ‘defining down’ what constitutes a Basque in the first place, disingenuously accepting African-born immigrants to the area whilst simultaneously excluding those born in, say, Madrid, as somehow being more ethnically alien than those born in Mogadishu: maybe even Emmanuel Emegha could now be made to count as qualified?
In 2019, Bilbao’s women’s team completely broke their own rules entirely by signing a blatantly Teutonic German defender, Bibiane Schulze. Their pathetic definition of her as being ‘Basque’ was that she holidayed on local beaches as a child.
If a brief youthful presence washing up on a Mediterranean beach before demanding a fake new passport is now going to be the sole criterion for being eligible to represent Bilbao, it won’t be long before the whole of Africa ends up playing for them.
A Confused Strasbourg Footballer Scores Globalism’s Own Goal
Netherland’s forward #09 Emmanuel Emegha reacts at the end of the FIFA World Cup 2026 Group G European qualification football match between the Netherlands and Lithuania at the Johan Cruijff Arena, in Amsterdam, on November 17, 2025.
JOHN THYS / AFP
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Emmanuel Emegha, a footballer in France’s top division, has just been suspended by his club for what was deemed to be an act of unacceptable public behaviour. What had he done? Punched an opponent? Thrown a game in a betting scandal? Far worse than that: Emegha had become confused about which country the city of Strasbourg was in, France or Germany.
The trouble was that Emegha is the current star striker for RC Strasbourg, and, traditionally, most football fans do expect even their foreign signings to at least know which nation the team is based in. If nothing else, it’s useful for getting the correct plane to the stadium. If you’re supposed to be turning out for Birmingham City in England but end up getting on the flight to Birmingham, Alabama, instead, you’re probably going to be late for kick-off.
Not being truly European, Emegha evidently knew next to nothing about the history of his new supposed ‘hometown.’ Sitting on the left bank of the Rhine (that’s a river in Germany, Emmanuel), Strasbourg was claimed for France by Louis XIV in 1681, but its ownership has passed between France and Germany many times since, changing its nationality four times between 1870 and 1945 alone. Yet the player did not know any of this, any more than the average Strasbourg resident would know very much about the history of Khartoum or Timbuktu.
Transferred to the club in 2023 from a team in Austria—albeit Emegha thought it was in Australia—the player recently gave an interview to Dutch TV admitting that “To be honest, I didn’t even know where Strasbourg was. I thought it was in Germany, but it turned out to be in France.” Don’t worry, Emmanuel; the Kaiser and the Führer once made the exact same mistake before you, so it’s not as if you’re in bad company there or anything.
Alpha and Emegha
How did Emegha manage to get his Alsaces and his Lorraines so very mixed up?
For one thing, Emmanuel doesn’t exactly seem much of a stickler for detail. He doesn’t even know how to spell his own name. Although there are two ‘ms’ on his birth certificate, for years he wrote his forename otherwise, as “I was lazy and thought one ‘m’ was enough.”
That’s not the only detail which might have caused Em(m)anuel some issues at passport control. What nationality, precisely, is he? Neither French nor German, hence his ignorance of regional geography, he officially represents the Netherlands, another confusingly named location he often mistakes for the homeland of Peter Pan. Yet, whilst born on European soil, it was not to genuine Dutch parents but to two Africans, a Togolese father and a Nigerian mother. According to the magic of little pieces of paper, his father was officially French-Togolese, but, realistically, Emegha Sr. is not going to have been French in quite the same way as Charles de Gaulle, is he?
To further muddy affairs, since making his professional debut in 2020, Emmanuel Emegha has played for clubs in the Netherlands, Belgium, Austria, and, finally, France (probably). Yet the situation is then further complicated by how the striker is not actually an RC Strasbourg player at all, but a Chelsea FC player. Chelsea, who are based across the English Channel in London, have announced Emmanuel has signed an agreement to join them in the summer of 2026.
So, to sum things up, he is a Dutchman who is really an African, born to parents who are legally European, apart from the fact they are clearly Togolese and Nigerian, and he plays for a club in France, despite simultaneously also belonging to a separate club in England—a club which itself is really owned by Americans. No wonder he doesn’t know where he is.
Strasbourg, dead ahead!
What made the situation even worse was that Emmanuel is RC Strasbourg’s present team captain, so is theoretically supposed to stand as the very on-pitch embodiment of local pride and civic identity, rather than an emblem of rootless globalist fungibility. Sadly, what many supporters of Strasbourg prefer not to acknowledge is that RC Strasbourg is also now an emblem of rootless globalist fungibility in and of itself, too.
Just like Chelsea, Strasbourg is equally an American club in disguise, both being owned by Clearlake Capital, a transatlantic venture capital firm. Strasbourg—being by far the smaller, less profitable team—has been repositioned as an alleged ‘feeder club’ by Chelsea, intended to blood talented but inexperienced youth signings in its own first team before quickly shipping them on to London and the glamour of the English Premier League, should they seem to be making the grade.
In his interview with Dutch TV, Strasbourg’s alleged sporting avatar also carelessly let slip that this outcome was precisely what he had been hoping for when he signed for the club:
Thus, as soon as he arrived, Emegha was already hoping to be sent elsewhere from this pathetic, no-mark side which he couldn’t even be bothered looking up in an atlas beforehand. At least he was honest about this fact, something which many nomadic mercenaries amongst Europe’s current wholly interchangeable playing staff are not: an honesty which then got him immediately suspended for what amounted to a kind of sporting truth crime.
No home fixtures
At first glance, someone as transnationally cosmopolitan as Emegha seems an inappropriate choice to serve as captain for any team but Wanderers FC; on second glance, as all of Europe these days has been deliberately transformed into an insipid, flattened-out, transposable trading zone by the likes of the EU, maybe he actually stands as the ideal captain for just about any football club in 2020s Western Europe, nearly all of which are now avatars of FC Brussels, in a way.
The European Union did indeed play a central role in bringing this entire state of sporting affairs about. This year saw the 30th anniversary of something called the ‘Bosman Ruling’, which liberalised rules around international transfers in European club football. Prior to this, clubs playing in European competition were limited to a mere three non-domestic players in each starting line-up, plus two “assimilated” youth-teamers, like Irish teens in an English side. Yet, following a ruling from the European Court of Justice (ECJ) in December 1995, this stipulation was deemed a violation of the core EU principle of free movement for workers, under what is now Article 45 of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union.
The end result, intended or otherwise, was the complete ruination of European club football. In line with intractable EU globalist dogma, previously strong links between the men on the terraces and the men on the pitch have gradually withered over the course of the three decades since, as random global citizens like Emegha began replacing home-grown heroes like Liverpool’s Jamie Carragher or Manchester United’s Gary Neville.
In addition, the Bosman Ruling allowed ultra-rich club sides to just buy their way to success by hoovering up the best available ready-made global talent from abroad, rather than the more unreliable method of developing their own in-house players. This led to increasing predictability and boredom in many major European leagues, where expensively assembled super-teams like Bayern Munich and Paris St-Germain are 90% guaranteed to win the title before the season has even begun.
A complete Basquet case
Football today has come a long way from the days of the ‘Lisbon Lions’, the celebrated 1967 European Cup-winning team of Glasgow Celtic, a team with a genuinely unified sense of inner-city Glaswegian Catholic identity. Every last member of the Lisbon Lions’ First XI was Scottish-bred, it often being said the entire side was born within a mere ten miles of the club’s stadium. In fact, this is an exaggeration—one was born 11 miles away. Nonetheless, as a sporting emblem of humanly incarnated civic pride, the 1967 team shall forever remain without parallel in today’s blandly deracinated, borderless Schengen Zone Europe.
In the post-Bosman era, Glasgow Celtic (now generally known just as ‘Celtic’; the ‘Glasgow’ element probably struck marketing men as too potentially alienating to foreign fanbases) are represented not purely by local Catholic boys from the city and its immediate surroundings, but by endless athletes from locations as far-flung as Japan, whose signings are doubtless made with one eye on potential lucrative replica shirt sales in Far Eastern markets.
Some rare sides, such as Spain’s Athletic Bilbao, do run a voluntary self-imposed policy of only fielding local players (in this case Basques), but by doing so, they already play 1-0 down against other sides who are not so scrupulous. In such an environment, the only way for outfits like Bilbao to remain competitive has been to cheat on their own rules by repeatedly ‘defining down’ what constitutes a Basque in the first place, disingenuously accepting African-born immigrants to the area whilst simultaneously excluding those born in, say, Madrid, as somehow being more ethnically alien than those born in Mogadishu: maybe even Emmanuel Emegha could now be made to count as qualified?
In 2019, Bilbao’s women’s team completely broke their own rules entirely by signing a blatantly Teutonic German defender, Bibiane Schulze. Their pathetic definition of her as being ‘Basque’ was that she holidayed on local beaches as a child.
If a brief youthful presence washing up on a Mediterranean beach before demanding a fake new passport is now going to be the sole criterion for being eligible to represent Bilbao, it won’t be long before the whole of Africa ends up playing for them.
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