Tales from the fringes of sport and society…
It was on the snow-topped pitch of Montevideo’s Estadio Pocitos, before a modest crowd of 3,000, that Lucien Laurent volleyed in the first ever goal in World Cup history. Meeting a cross from winger Ernest Liberati in the 19th minute of France’s opening game against Mexico on 13 July 1930, the inside right forward etched his name into footballing folklore and celebrated with a mere handshake.
Though the 23-year-old could not have known then of the significance of his strike, his muted celebrations were symbolic of a time when football was an aeon away from the commercial juggernaut FIFA’s tournament has become 96 years later. Back then it was only the players who were dynamic - not the ticket prices - while fans were even allowed to bring their own water.
Today, FIFA are the ultimate micro-managers, beady-eyed control freaks insisting that nothing is approved without their signature. Welcome to the greatest show on earth, but make sure you use only the official soft drink, official snack, official energy supplier, official airline, official beer, official dairy, official hotel, official formalwear, official urinal cake. (One of those might be made up. But only one).
By comparison, the inaugural World Cup had the organisational competence of a four-year-old’s birthday where the ice cream van’s broken down on the A1 and the dog’s vomited on the bouncy castle. And it was all the better for it.
For a start, in a time before transatlantic air travel, most of the 13 teams made their trip by boat. Egypt, who should’ve made it 14, missed their connection when caught in a storm in the Med. Laurent and his French teammates fared better, enjoying daily training sessions on the deck of the SS Conte Verde, a Scottish-built 18,000-tonne Italian ocean liner.
For two weeks they’d be joined by the Romanians, the Belgians, three European officials, and FIFA President Jules Rimet himself. Eventually, they’d stop off to pick up the Brazilians before arriving to 10,000 welcoming Uruguayans in Montevideo on 4 July.
Only then did FIFA make the official draw. But not everything was ready. Heavy rain had delayed construction on the new national stadium, meaning that the hosts were forced to wait five days before they could begin their campaign at the Estadio Centenario.
Meanwhile, the French followed their opening victory with a match against Argentina that provided the tournament’s first controversy. With France 1-0 down and on the attack, Brazilian ref Almeida Rego blew the full time whistle, despite there being six minutes left on the clock.
A partisan home crowd wouldn’t let their fiercest rivals off so easily, and amid furious protests from the stands, Rego was forced to recall the players to the pitch, some of whom were already soaking in the team bath.
Argentina held on, before overwhelming Mexico in their next game with a hat-trick from striker Guillermo Stabille, only playing because skipper Manuel Ferreira returned home to take a law exam. Elsewhere, ref Ulises Saucedo did his best impression of an overactive PE teacher by combining his officiating with the role of managing Bolivia.
In a feisty semi-final between Argentina and USA, the American physio was soon called upon. Unfortunately he tripped, broke his bottle of chloroform and knocked himself unconscious. He was carried off the field by his bemused players. In the other semi-final, hosts Uruguay thumped a plucky Yugoslavian team with a contentious second goal said to have been assisted by a policeman returning the ball into play.
Despite the controversies, there was little doubt that the tournament’s two best sides had made it to the final. Just as at the Olympic final in Paris two years earlier, Argentina would play Uruguay.
An estimated 30,000 Argentinians made the short crossing over the River Plate, but a scarcity of available boats meant not all would make kick-off. Chants of “victoria o muerte” (“victory or death”) could be heard as tensions ran high between the South American neighbours. Supporters were even searched for firearms upon entry, and the ground was 93,000 full by noon, three hours before kick off.
Death threats were received by Argentina’s Luis Monti, while Belgian referee John Langenus - sporting shirt, tie, and knickerbockers - demanded assurances that a boat be waiting for him in the harbour should he need to make a hasty exit.
His first task was to settle a disagreement over the match ball, as both teams insisted on using their own. Eventually, a compromise: the Argentinians’ ball would be used for the first half, while Uruguay would get their turn after the interval.
And there must have been something in it, for while Argentina led 2-1 at half-time, it would be the Uruguayans who’d prevail, with the final goal in a 4-2 win scored by Hector Castro, the Nacional forward nicknamed ‘El Manco’ (“one-armed”) due to a childhood accident that robbed him of his right forearm. His 89th minute strike sparked jubilant scenes in the host city and Jose Nasazzi received the World Cup trophy from Jules Rimet to become the first captain to lift football’s most prestigious prize.
President Juan Campisteguy declared the following day a national holiday, while in Buenos Aires the Uruguayan consulate was pelted with stones. Meanwhile, Rimet prepared for the long trip home on the SS Conte Verde, satisfied his inaugural World Cup had been a frantic and frenzied success.
Joining him on board was relieved ref Langenus - who’d go on to officiate at the next two World Cups - and opening goalscorer Lucien Laurent. There’d be no endorsement offers or image rights bonuses on his return. Instead, having only been given time off to represent his country provided he forsake his pay, this history-maker would resume his job at the local Peugeot factory.
Enjoy this month’s World Cup-themed picks, and the 2026 FIFA World Cup.
The Wolves fans who went to a World Cup and loved it so much, they stayed
BBC Sport
“At this point, we’re all thinking ‘this is the life, this is a lot better than what we were doing back in England’.” After the World Cup and a brief jaunt to Belize, the gang flew to Dallas, Texas. “America was a different kettle of fish – the opportunity was the biggest thing for us,” Allen said. “You could get a job anywhere. I had three jobs in the first three or four weeks. “Your accents got you the women, you played on that. We didn’t want to leave.”
Italy has failed to qualify for three straight World Cups. Are the country’s immigration policies to blame?
The New Yorker
Bia claimed that many of France’s top football players come from areas “where they have more immigration,” he said. “Why? Probably because they played in the street. They have to try to bring in money because they are in a poor situation. When they have the opportunity, they play well. So now France has one of the best national teams in the world.”
Three nations went to Mexico to fight for one spot at the World Cup. These are their stories
Vanity Fair
Ferhat Abbas, the first postcolonial Algerian president, got his political training running a football team when his nation was under French control. “They rule us with guns and machines,” he once said, “but on the field of play, where it is 11 men against 11 men, we can show them who is truly superior.”
The long fight against Iran’s stadium ban
Golden Goal
“Is there anything in Islamic Sharia law that prohibits a woman from entering the soccer stadium?” I asked, knowing the answer already. “No!” he said, shaking his head. He explained why it was simply not un-Islamic for women to sit next to men and watch soccer. His theological explanation was arcane and involved a deep reading of religious texts that I was unfamiliar with, but his sense of authority was clear. Like me, he believed the morality police who beat women for trying to enter Azadi Stadium were violating their own religious commitments. The regime wielded Islam like a weapon against innocent Iranians.
Cape Verde’s progress to World Cup is much more than fairytale
Reuters
Cape Verde’s team are drawn from the communities dotted around Europe, a legacy of centuries of migration from the arid, windswept islands on the west coast of Africa and, dipping into this talent pool, have seen their side rapidly advance from being minnows on the African continent to earning a World Cup berth.
The pioneer in an unlikely World Cup team
BBC Sport
When Desmond Armstrong faced the media at the 1990 World Cup in Italy, the opening question he was asked wasn’t about the remarkable feat of the USA team reaching the tournament for the first time in four decades.
“Why aren’t you playing basketball?” was directed at Armstrong, then a 25-year-old defender, who was about to become the first US-born black player to represent the United States at a World Cup.
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