e, crafty, quick, a magician in motion. Toni Payne, silent, deadly, a ghost in the grass. And every one of them was a soldier in green. They ran until their lungs tore. They fought until the sky turned red. They smiled only when the final whistle came. The Final Ghana stood before them. Proud, determined, physical. But the Falcons had no fear. They carried a nation on their backs, and nothing is heavier or more holy than that. The game was brutal. But they held. Then they struck. Once. Then twice. At the end, when the referee raised her hand, the Super Falcons dropped to their knees, not out of weakness, but out of victory. They had done it. Champions. The first. Forever. Our Coach Coach Randy Waldrum, the quiet tactician, stood like a watchman in a storm. He guided them, not with noise, but with belief. He trusted them, and they paid him back with glory. He let them play their game, the Nigerian game strong and beautiful. The Country Today, the markets are still empty. The politicians still talk while the people still bleed. But the Super Falcons remind us who we are. They remind us what it means to fight, to endure, to win. They are not just athletes. They are symbols. They are hope in boots. To the Falcons—we say thank you. You did not only win a cup. You won our hearts. You made us proud to be Nigerian again, even if only for a moment. And in these times, a moment is everything.

You made the Green, White, Green fly high—like it should. You did not save the country. But you made us remember what it feels like to love it. God bless the Super Falcons. God bless the girls who dream. God bless Nigeria. ECP Editorial Team _The Truth and Nothing But the Truth_