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The most important thing I can tell my players is: ‘Learn to be more
professional. Play the same way all the time.’ They need to give their
all on the pitch every time they step out there, no matter who the
opponent is. You can’t give 50 per cent sometimes and then expect to
turn it on like a switch when you need to. That’s not the spirit of a
good footballer and I am going to be sure I grind this into the lads
here.

John Barnes, Jamaica’s new football coach

JOHANNESBURG, South Africa (AP) — Miriam Makeba, the South
African singer who wooed the world with her sultry voice but was banned
from her own country for more than 30 years under apartheid, died after
collapsing on stage in Italy. She was 76.

Over her career, Miriam Makeba sang with performers including Nina Simone, Harry Belafonte and Paul Simon.

In her dazzling career, Makeba performed with musical legends from
around the world — jazz maestros Nina Simone and Dizzy Gillespie,
Harry Belafonte, Paul Simon — and sang for world leaders such as John
F. Kennedy and Nelson Mandela.

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Hi Everyone,
Some of you know, others not. My family continues our nomadic ways, we are moving to State College from Panama. Felisa was recently offered a job as a professor to teach Supply Chain Management in the business school at Penn State University. Lots of changes are about to happen. weird that we are leaving while Panama is about to explode of the map. But things are changing again, but for the best. There are many opportunities and State College is a wonderful place to raise kids, and Felisa will be able to really pursue her true passion…teaching. This is what makes the move so bitter-sweet.

Anyway that’s the long and short of it.

To our friends and family in Panama we miss you already, to our friends and fam’ in the US, wi soon com’.

peace an’ luv

Yorkali

p.s. watch this space as I update our chaos in transit.

ON a Sunday morning a few months back, I interviewed my final Harvard applicant of the year. After saying goodbye to the girl and watching her and her mother drive off, I headed to the beach at the end of our street for a run.

It was a spectacular winter day, bright, sunny and cold; the tide was out, the waves were high, and I had the beach to myself. As I ran, I thought the same thing I do after all these interviews: Another amazing kid who won’t get into Harvard.

That used to upset me. But I’ve changed.