Aliou Cissé-Sam Turray: My life after Football

Sam Turray: I have had enough!

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Cisse Aliou-Sam Turray Africa Sports shooting Star (1975-1978)/Photo BJLT

In the daily Fraternité Matin, a day after the historic meeting between Africa Sports and G.A.C in Bouaké (5-3), the headline read:
                                                                                             "Aliou Cissé, a star is born at Africa Sports."

With his four magical goals, this linky athlete (1.80m) with extraordinary top speed, also known as Sam Turray, will remain forever engraved in the Ivorian football history books.

At the end of this first encounter of the 1976-1977 football season, Mompeho Jean-Baptiste, formidable defender of the home team which included Kobinan Kouma, Zogbo Tapé Severain and Apessika Daniel confessed: "I didn't know this Cissé Aliou-Sam Turray but he showed us no breathing space".

To his credit, the Mvp trophy, league champion's trophy, winner of the national cup. With Sam Turray, Africa was at the top of the first division from 1976 to 1978. But then, he flew to Europe as suddenly as he had appeared in the national league, at a time when the Asec Mimosas-Africa Sports rivalry was reaching far beyond our borders.

These days, the enigmatic Guinean is enjoying a well-deserved retirement from football in France. Our reporters were able to meet him for one of the few interviews ever given to a media outlet, by arguably the most gifted and most popular foreign player the Ivorian league has ever known.

Ivorycoasttribune.com: Aliou Cissé, how are you?

Aliou Cissé: I am doing well as you can see. (laughs).

I.T: Are you alone in this cottage surrounded by pigeons?

A.C: Yes, the pigeons only come to those they can trust. For three months, they wouldn't come near me. The day one of them landed on my shoulder, the birds and I celebrated. I had just crossed another hurdle. Honestly, I was going through a dark time in my life. They gave me hope. Dirtying the garden but never the inside of the building.
You know, when France Inter approached me, I wasn't interested. I knew my Ivorian brothers would come one day. And here you are.

Before we get to the bottom of things, I have a moral obligation to give you some vital information. My real name is Mady Touré.

I.T: Oh, yeah? our readers cannot wait for the lowdown.

A.C: Okay, I was born Mady Touré, in Guinea Conakry. After a brief stint with Hafia FC in Conakry and the Silly National of Guinea with the best of our generation, the late Mory Koné, I emigrated to Sierra Leone where my older brother Sam lived.
There, I play for Blackpool, the national army team. So much so that all over the country songs were being written to the glory of this team. obviously, I was asked to play for the national team.
It all happened very quickly. The federation gave me a passport with my brother's nickname Sam, hence the combination Sam Touré (Sam Turray).

I.T: weren't you once also called Aliou Cisse?

A.C: It's even more incredible. With the Siérra Léonese national team, we stopped over Abidjan (on our way to Niger). Just by sheer chance, I met Mr Akran Jean Baptiste captain of Asec Mimosa outside the hotel Konankro in the neighbourhood of Marcory (he used to be at the hotel because foreign teams were lodging there when they were in transit). In my mind, I always wanted to move to Abidjan from what I was hearing on the radio. He asked me if I could come back to play for Asec after the international fixture.
I immediately accepted. At the time, our dream in Guinea was not to go to Europe... It was more like playing for one of the leading clubs in Abidjan. So I left Freetown by road via Liberia and a few days later I arrived in Abidjan at Le Plateau around 9:am. As agreed, I inquired and insisted that I was Mr Akran Jean Baptiste's guest. But it was impossible to find him.

Without any money, roaming the streets, I found myself by chance around 7 pm in the Treichville district where some Guinean friends recognized me. They were fans of Africa Sport, so it was natural that they introduced me to the "Oyé" officials through Sékou Coulibaly, a junior at the time who was on a training camp with the Ivory Coast team at the Sebroko Hotel. My friends convinced him to introduce me to President Guy Ayéna.

This is where things get stranger because the season had begun and the Football Association was no longer taking on new players. Once again my name was swapped to Alioune Cissé. Which Sékou Coulibaly had picked from the register of pupils at the private school run by one of his parents at the time.

Sekou and a certain Adrien, who worked at the FIF, had allegedly broken into the offices of the headquarters one night to falsify all the registers. Alioune Cissé's licence was approved that night by these two. That student from a private college in Treichville must have wondered why his name had become so popular at the time in the country.

I became Alioune Cissé (wrote Aliou Cissé in the local press) in Côte d'Ivoire, after a try out in a friendly match at the "Parc des Sports" stadium. I don't remember the score of that fixture or the opposing team but get this, I played in jeans shorts and a pair of tennis shoes.

Africa didn't have enough equipment, let alone a brand new one for a rooky like me. The next day, we went to a Lebanese shopkeeper to buy new football kits.

I would like to appeal to young people who aspire to a career. Don't get caught up in age or identity tricks. I was young and talented. Everyone did everything they could to have me on their team, but it is not worth it. I was suspended for three months and that cost us the African championship against "Silures de Bobo". I couldn't help the team.

When I was summoned by the Ivorian Football Association at an inquest to find out which of Alioune Cisse or Sam Turray was my true identity, Africa's instruction was to keep quiet. And that is what I did. The funniest thing in this whole saga is: I was neither.
I took advantage of my suspension to go back to Guinea to recover my birth certificate with my mother. I kept it in a safe place because I now had an identity. Once in France, I fixed all this mess. It was rotting my existence.

I.T: What happened to Akran in this whole story?

A.C: It's sad but I never got to talk about it with Mr Akran Jean Baptiste. The rivalry between Africa and Asec was such that the two teams once travelled aboard the same aircraft for a charity fixture in early 1976-1977. We were going to Odienné for the Lamine Diabaté Cup. I was forbidden to speak to him. I played against Akran that day, substituting for Gnaléko Casimir and I scored the only goal of the match.


I learned recently, 40 years later, that upon our return around midnight Mr Akran and then, State Minister M'bahia Blé Kouadio went to my place of residence, pleading with Sékou Koulibaly to convince me to join Asec Mimosas with a 3000.000F CFA offer, just for his help. Sekou and I were roommates but he never told me. I still regret not having been able to talk to Akran.

You know, Sekou Coulibaly is Mr Africa. for such a young man in 1976, he refused an offer of 3 million from a minister because he loved Africa. Curiously enough, all the foreigners who played for Africa stayed with little Sékou. He has remained friends with all these great players, including Georges Wéah, the current President of Liberia. He is a man of integrity.

Another regret is not being able to marry a Bété woman from Gagnoa (laughs). It was through my team-mate Lébry Manahoua that I discovered these Ivorian beauties. You know, despite our efforts at the time, all we got in return was glory and beautiful women. Today, our children are very rich thanks to football. There's also the singer Nayanka Belle, whom I admired a lot, but I was already in France when she became successful.

I.T.: How's life after football?

A.C.: after my short professional career. I was a player-coach at Colgate-Palmolive with a job in the company because it would have been too expensive to pay me as a professional. Since then... I retired. I'm a father of six, one of whom is still active in pro-football. (Larsen Touré, former Guinean international). I have four granddaughters.

I.T.: Are you living in a golden retirement?

A.C: I would say that I don't regret having moved to professional football. Especially now that I know, some of my peers who did not dare to leave or who were prevented from doing so, unfortunately, died in deplorable conditions. And yet they used to rock stadiums every Sunday. These boys gave everything to their nation and their clubs. Lébry Jerome had concluded his trial at Bordeaux. He was refused the exit letter from Africa and the rest is history.

I'll take the opportunity to remind people of former stars, now neglected by their countries. This is not only limited to Côte d'Ivoire which is I must admit, one of the rarest countries in Africa to try to reward these worthy patriots who have carried high the flag of their respective nations.

Africa suffers from this problem. At home in Guinea, rare gems such as Amara Touré, Bengali Sylla, Papa Camara, Mory Koné, N'jo Lea ...,died without honours, but some are still with us and deserve national recognition before it is too late. These people have families to feed.

The likes of Ousmane Bangoura Eusobio and Moussa Suler; they are still around. It's time for Guinea to recognize their worth. The elders from Hafia, Kaloum, Horoya, the Syli National, should not be forgotten. All over Africa, let us have the courage to help our former champions.

You see, Bruno Belone in France. He had lost everything. He was homeless. But the nation took him off the streets for services rendered. We need that kind of strong action back home.

 

 

                                                                                                     


 

From left to right: Sam Turray, Pascal Miezan, Lebry Manahoua. A deadly diamond shaped trio from 40 years ago/Photo BJLT
From left to right: Sam Turray, Kouame Lucien, Lebry Manahoua. One deadly troika/Photo BJLT

Sam Turray Part 2.

The PSG episode.


IT:
 From Ivory Coast, you fly to France. what is the story?

AC: oh that! I had an offer from Paris St Germain (the trial was a non-issue). It was after the Ivoire Dimanche tournament (Hafia of Conakry, St Etienne, CSK Sofia and Africa Sports) the Parisians wanted to buy me. I had scored 4 goals against the Hafia of Conakry in the presence of all the monster players of Guinea at the time, including the 1972 golden ball Cherif Souleymane. During that fixture, Naby Laye "Papa" Camara begged to halt the humiliation. With 5 against CSK Sofia (I was the tournament top scorer with 9 goals).

My departure date to Paris coincided with a friendly match in Zaire. Simplice Zinsou couldn't stomach the fact that I was not to take part in a worthless friendly match at the end of the season! Yet my signature at PSG would have started a new era at Africa Sports.

Back then, the great rival Asec had not yet dreamed of building an academy. Moreover, before PSG I was contacted by FC 105 of Libreville in Gabon. When I went there to visit the facilities, the Gabonese military welcomed me to the airport. The trial was conclusive, but I had to choose between continuing to play in Africa as an amateur or trying the Pro. experience. When I got back on the plane, the soldiers handed me an envelope stuffed with money (this is the first time I've ever spoken about this). I sent a fellow Guinean who had just arrived for a try out at Africa Sports (a fair-skinned young man whose name I can't remember). He had a flourishing career in Gabon. If he's still with us, he'll be able to testify one day.

In Paris, I went through two years of unimaginable hardship. At the time of the signing at the PSG in the president's office, he was on the phone with someone. It was Simplice Zinsou, who refused to sign the exit letter.

The funny thing was that I hadn't signed a contract with Africa Sports. At the time, all you needed was an exit letter from the club at the end of the season if you wanted to leave. It was too much to ask of Zinsou. He told President Francis Borelli of Paris St Germain, in my presence, that he couldn't accept a delinquent in a team in which he owned shares. And the President of the PSG diplomatically: "Oh, I heard you don't listen to your managers!"

That phone call ruined part of my career. However, a week after I arrived at PSG, the coach whose name I can't remember, confirmed that the trial was conclusive. I remember that it was the training period for the Paris tournament. PSG first team which I was part of, played against the Brazilian national team, which a few months later took part in the 1978 World Cup in Argentina. So my disappointment was immense.

For a year, I jogged around Paris every night to keep in shape. Nobody was interested in me.

I must emphasize one fact: I came to Africa thanks to Sekou Coulibaly, Guy Ayéna, Pépé Paul and my adoptive father, the late Norbert Béhibro.  Zinsou came in to rip the rewards of Africa Sports due to the club's performances.

One day he will have to apologise publicly for his gratuitous wickedness towards me, and I know that several players have had their careers shattered because of this guy. Pascal Miezan had attractive offers from around the world. Zinsou prevented him from a better future. He died alone, miserable. This is unacceptable!

He confiscated all of my properties. My family was homeless in Abidjan (Riviera where my wife and my little boy lived). I didn't believe it when my wife called me in Paris to tell me what was happening in Abidjan. I lost everything. Sékou Coulibaly and Mady Sanfo were able to accommodate my family at the Hotel Ivoire while waiting for my return.

All the journalists who could blow the whistle on this injustice wrote the opposite of what I had told them when they interviewed me about it.

The man, Simplice Zinsou was simply God on earth in Ivory Coast. A few generous supporters helped me get out of Abidjan. My poor adoptive father got involved too, but I don't blame him. He had no power. Even Maitre Mondon had advised me to leave the Ivory Coast at the time.

I.T: What act of delinquency did you commit?

A.C: Me, a delinquent? Out of respect for Africa Sports supporters, I will refrain from being blunt for now. I am a footballer who runs after a ball but uses his brain to be the best. I come from a family of Guinean (Soussous) academics. My late father, Touré Momo, was a trade unionist, Parlemantarian and General Manager of the Camayene Hotel.

My older brother was Dr Bouba. He perished with all his colleagues of the W.H.O. in a plane crash while on a mission in Zaire.

My other brother Sam was a celebrated journalist.

My younger brother, Touré Abdoulaye Brel is an  engineer.

My younger sister is a bank manager in Conakry.

I realized very early on that I could put my football skills to good use, but some greedy club owners thought they were dealing with a starving man! Yes, cheap billionaires enjoy the sweat and talent of young people who have nothing to eat after matches and training sessions. We have to put an end to this kind of practice.

I.T: How did you manage to refocus on football after that episode?

A.C: Ironically, my identity transformed my future.

Anyway, I started playing for Orleans, in the second division on a "contract of trust". Yet I was still at the top of my game. Banging in goals like there is no tomorrow.

Once again I almost got expelled from France because I owned a Sierra Leonean passport, while I was claiming Guinean citizenship. The policeman who auditioned me told me to prove that I was a Guinean. I took out my birth certificate and after verification, it turns out that I was born French (Guinee was a French territory before independence). The identity chapter was finally closed.

The Embodyment of an athlete is first and foremost the state of mind. My morale was shattered. I had to start all over again. I spent two years (1980-1982) in Orleans. Then I ended up in Brest. This time in the first division (1982-1984).

I.T: Yes, indeed! But you played in defence?

A.C: Yes, I turned myself into a full-back to ensure minimum service because of a knee pain I was dragging from Abidjan. My knee had not been treated properly. I must pay tribute to my friend Kobinan Kouma who tried everything to heal me. He even took me to a traditional healer in his village for treatment.

I.T: What were the circumstances of this injury? There has always been a controversy about this.

A.C: Terrible! It was against Stade d'Abidjan. Pascal sends a pass deep in channels just as I love them. As I make that deadly run, the opposing player crushes my knee with all his weight. I sat down to see that my knee was completely overturned. I put it back in place but when I stood up on both legs, I knew it was over. I can confirm that the operation was not a success. I was operated on by President Houphouet's physician. Fate had just knocked on my door. I had to be stopped and that's what they did. I'm still dragging this handicap around.

I.T. Who is the defender you feared the most? - Why were your socks always down, even though stars like you were not particularly protected by the referees?

A.C: I wasn't afraid of any defender because my focus on a football pitch was my job; scoring goals. I think I did it well. A few days before a match against Adjamé's Stella Club, I went to taunt them at their training ground. They almost lynched me, I brought Sekou along. On matchday, the atmosphere in the dressing room was unbearable. It is usually completely silent if Blé Tety doesn't play pranks. But that day, you could see people breathing fire. Imagine Koffi Konan Bébé breathing down your back. I didn't touch the ball until the 89th minute when I crucified them with a goal. I hated defeat.

Honestly, I often hear that I was technically gifted and other superlatives. It is flattering. For my part, I can confirm that I was rather very quick on my feet because I worked a lot on my physical condition. I would make hand gestures to either Pascal Miezan or Kobinan and I would start a run. I could outrun a whole defence. It all depended on my position in the 25 metres.

I'd take the defenders away from their perimeter and I'd wave to Pascal Miezan or Kobinan to send passes in channels. My speed enabled me to find myself alone in front of the unfortunate goalkeeper to the joy of the ôyés. I wasn't a fan of the one-two. For me, it meant going straight to the opposing goal (Irié bi Toh can testify to this).

I preferred to lower the socks because the "shin guards" were simply cumbersome in the hot climate.

I.T: Let's go back to the Brest years:

A.C: I had the challenge to face the cowardly inexplicable wickedness of Simplice Zinsou and I did it. I played professionally.
Afterwards, it was me who gave up football. Football still wanted me but I was overworked, I have had enough.

At the top level, you have to know how to walk away by the front door or you'll be thrown out of the window. (laughs).
Back then, when I told Paul Leguen (now a celebrated coach) that I was quitting, he thought I was losing it, but for me, I'd earned my living.

I.T: We can tell you're happy!

A.C.: Yes. I have no regrets. I would like to say a big thank you to the Ivory Coast. To the supporters of Africa. To the young generation, especially, I would like to urge them to work hard for the "Green and Red" because without them and the supporters, there is no Africa Sports. I encourage them to emulate Didier Drogba, to whom I wish much luck in his quest for the presidency of the FiF. He would have deserved it if he was elected.

I.T: Let's come back to Africa Sports. you and your teammates, were you on some sort of contract?

A.C: Not at all. Just a license signature. So we didn't make a lot of money. But everything changed for me when the late Maitre Mondon, the President of Stade d'Abidjan offered me a golden bridge (5,000,000 CFA francs) in 1977 to cross over to his club.

However, during our meeting, he asked me if I had thought about the fans and my club before accepting his offer. Maitre Mondon served Ivorian football. He was not in football to serve himself.

Following our talks, I informed my father Norbert Gbetibouo and by a miracle, my salary treatment changed. Zinsou, Louis Sampah and my adoptive father gave me a cheque for 1.500.000F. CFA to stay with Africa. That was my first million in football. Then I was offered a job from a group of supporters.

I'd like to stress the role of the supporters behind the scenes who were working for the club's influence. People like Vouzon Célestin, Jean Tahi and others whose names I forget, but they'll recognise themselves if they're still with us. Those were the "Aiglons". I would always prefer the sober meal and the bottle of "Tip Top café" of a lambda supporter in a ghetto, to the feast and champagne of the big wigs. That's how I made enemies.

That's how Zinsou started to hate me too. I'm probably the main reason why my teammates at the time started getting paid. I couldn't bear seeing footballers going around the supporters' offices on Monday morning to "beg" after working hard on Sunday. I did it once or twice but it wasn't my thing.

I didn't accept it at Hafia FC or the Sily National. Same thing when I joined the Black Pool military club and the Sierra Leone national team.

I.T: Are you temperamental!

A.C: I am of a laid back  nature, but I refuse to be taken for a ride. Once, after the famous Africa-Hafia where I scored four goals against my former club, the Technical Director Kallet Bially handed me my match bonus and was surprised that I didn't say thank you. I didn't understand anything about it, because as far as I was concerned I had just received the fruit of my labour.

Later, I was told a little about what Mr Kallet represented at the Club. So there it was. It was a clash of two personalities... At the time, the episode made the headlines... There were rumours that I had slammed the door, yet it was only a "buzz" from the journalists who must have witnessed the incident.

I.T: What do you think of the Ivorian "Championnat" of the time? Which footballers impressed you the most?

A.C: As I said before, our dream was to play in the Ivory Coast. Playing for a club like Africa was a bonus. The footballer who impressed me the most was my teammate Pascal Miezan. We didn't need to talk to each other on the pitch. The boy had an extraordinary eye for the killer assist. He was an exceptional footballer. His death saddens me greatly. Somebody tells me what that boy died from. Alone in the hospital and miserable?

And Lebry Manhoua Jerome, a phenomenal head and spring! Sometimes, I wondered how he achieved all those feats. Look at how he left this world!

 

Sam Turray (Mady Toure) Africa Sports Shooting star (end)


I.T: Do you regret having left Côte d'Ivoire?

AC: I will confess something to you. I was born a Guinean, but I consider myself an Ivorian because of what that country gave me.

Look! It was in Abidjan I gave up nightclubs, smoking and partying. I had finally realised that something special was taking shape. I was a penniless Guinean-Sierra Leonean international. In Abidjan, it was the villa at the Riviera and the car. My friends from the Hafia FC days went to my house after the famous I.D tournament. They were amazed at my standard of living.

My mother went to Abidjan. When she came out of the airport, all she had to say was that she was Sam Turray's mother and a huge rush followed between the taxis. They drove her to my front door.

Zinsou, Sampah and Mr Gbetibouo hosted her. Before she left, she was handed an envelope. I never knew how much was in it, but apparently, it was enough to fund her trip to Mecca in 1978.

My father, who didn't want to hear about football, had his ears glued to the transistor every weekend to listen to journalists like Kanté Boubacar and Tshimpoupoupou Wa Tshimpoupoupou narrating on the international airwaves the prowess of his son, the only one who didn't have a degree, but the richest (laughs).

My face alone was enough at the Ivorian border posts. Once, in the company of the boy's mother coming from Liberia to the first town on our territory, someone recognized me and insisted that my family spend the night at his house (it was dusk). That was my world. Another time, I was violating traffic at Aeroport Felix Houphouet Boagny. A gentleman intervened. The policemen paid me the taxi to go back to the Riviera, get my passport and come back.

Later I was informed by my bété girlfriend that the stranger at the airport was Mr Ndia Houphouet. They were friends. He later told her that he had just released "the little player" from the police. (laughs).

On the other hand, I don't regret having looked elsewhere when I think of talents like Miezan Pascal, Lebry Jerome, Gbizié Léon and many other greats who unfortunately died in the conditions we know.

I.T: Did you follow  Africa Sports from Europe?

A.C: not really, but I know that some Sierraleoneses played there after I left. One of them was Ismael Dayifan, a rich heir against whom I had played some matches when he was with the Freetown Port Authority club. His father was the president. Ismael wouldn't have needed Africa for anything. I know he wasn't impressed by Zinsou's "bling-bling".

There was also Brima Kamara who was an educated boy from a modest background. A very good player. They were our rivals but we were team-mates in the national team with Oumar Dean Cissé and Mamadou Kabo.

I.T: Do you believe in black African magic? Have you practised it?

A.C: I am a believer, but never practised. My family is Muslim, it doesn't bother me to go into a church for prayer to this "Being" above all, who created the world we live in, Master of the Universe. Imagine, Africans have a power they cannot master. That's why we are still dominated.

During a game in Freetown, I started dribbling from very far away on the pitch and I hit a murderous shot heavily. I knew that was the goal. The crowd was jubilating but the ball went round the goalkeeper and out of the goal. After the match, the two teams met in a nightclub and  the opposing team's goalkeeper told me this: "Hey, you! You know that goal you missed this afternoon, if you'd scored it, you'd died tonight". He told me with a smile on his face. This is the dark side of Africa. With Africa Sports, I didn't experience all that, but in Sierra Leone before every game we used to take a "magic" shower, they say, to protect us.

Dame Hadja Diaby Toure and the Toure girls.Photo/Archives Toure

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    Mady Toure (Sam Turray), a Spoiled star dad Photos/Arcchives Toure

    I.T: Sam Turray, 40 years after Africa Sports, a lot of water has flowed under the bridges in the Abidjan lagoon, as well as your life. Why do you choose to tell it all now?

    A.C: Good question. Listen, I am 66 years old, I am a former member of Hafia, Sily National and Sierra Leone national side where I played alongside Oumar Dean Cissé and Amadou Kabo. Those countries didn't offer me anything. The Ivory Coast made me. But Simplice Zinsou used his power to try to stop me and take away my happiness and that of Africa Sports. Fortunately, my son Larsen followed in my footsteps. I pay tribute to him and his brothers. After 40 years, people need to know why Sam Turray disappeared. I went into business when I ended my career. I was often in transit in Abidjan, but I had to keep a low profile. Now I want Simplice Zinsou to restore my dignity and my possessions. He owes it to Africa Sports. What he took from me when he emptied my villa in my absence 40 years ago is of inestimable material and sentimental value. The PSG recognized my worth. I had just gone for a trial run. It wasn't anything criminal nor delinquent!

    I.T: Your final word?

    A.C: I want to take this opportunity to pay tribute to the Guinean community in Abidjan. Especially my friends: Lopez (without him I would never have played for the "Oyés". In France, he was still working his connections. The two Disté (one of them recognized me on the streets, at dusk in Treichville when I couldn't reach Mr Akran). And then, Moro (they all sadly passed away). There's my cousin Sankhon in Orleans, still a football coach. Thompson who gave me a shirt off his back (laughs).

    Those people changed my life! I'll  forever be grateful to them.

    I would like to thank your magazine for allowing me to look back on years rich in adventures between me and the warm Ivorian fans. You publish in English and French. This is a huge advantage. You ought to be boosted by solid sponsors.

    Now everyone knows why Mady Touré, alias Cissé Alioune-Sam Turray, moved to Europe. We were pioneers. Now, look at billions being splashed around to young players. It is amazing!


    To my fellow Ivorians, you are lucky to have a footballing legend like Didier Drogba who can transform the lives of fans and players alike. You must seize the opportunity offered to you at the right time. There are junctions in life that you must avoid missing out on, otherwise, regret will remain the constant. Football belongs to footballers. Not to hustlers.

    If one day I decide to return to Africa, I'll settle in the "Pearl of the lagoons" in Côte d'Ivoire. Your country made me who I am!

    Mady Toure (Sam Turray)
    forever the dandy. Photo/archives Toure

    Sam Turray: Flight of the "Aiglon". Photo/BJLT

    "General" J.B Akran, former Ivory Coast National team skipper made history by Briging young Sam Turray in the league. Photo/JBLT

     

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