We awoke early to travel back to the village where the big tournament was being held to find the final two teams decided.  Now it was time for the big game, the match that the boys had been working towards for the last four months.  As the match was being held in the school compound the excitement was high.  The head teacher Stephen gave all 607 pupils the day off to watch the game and all of the locals couldn't contain their curiosity and they downed their farming tools and left their chores for the afternoon to share in the excitement!  It ended up being quite a crowd!

Before the match Fatuma gave the boys a speech about peace and urged them to remember the spirit in which the tournament was being held and then it was time, the referee blew his whistle for kick off ... and kick off it did – as soon as the very first goal was scored!  The linesman said the ball was "off side" but the Ref did not agree and allowed the goal.  At that point a fight broke out.  Players walked off.  Supporters got involved and the game ground to a halt... Fatuma had to intervene and calm the situation, which to her credit she managed wonderfully.

The game resumed and the final score was 3-1 to St Andrews.  It was time for celebration and the presentation of the trophies and so Tim, Fatuma, myself and about 650 players and supporters walked back to the school compound.  All seemed to be fine but once we got there, a scuffle broke out between the boys.  Tim grabbed a camera and began to film what we believed to be a small argument but which soon grew into a big fight, causing chaos in the compound.  It transpired that during the game one of the boys insulted another boy's mother when they were arguing about the "off side" goal.  This argument resumed at the compound and it was made worse because the boy's mother was dead.  The fight got really ugly when some of the other boys started throwing stones.  It became increasingly chaotic as the 607 school children began running around in panic.  The guard at one point cocked his gun and pointed it at the boy's chest at close range, but this did not stop him from trying to continue the fight.  Blinded by rage or beyond caring?  Most of the boys here had lost their parents and loved ones.  Life is hard and sometimes incredibly bleak due to terrible poverty.  

Meanwhile, little children were still running amok and the teachers were desperately trying to take control of the situation and try to get them out of harms way.  Police were called and yet the boys still continued to fight until Fatuma bravely stepped in and somehow managed to calm the situation yet again.  I really believed that there was going to be a major bloodshed, with the situation so tense in this area of mass violence, killings have started over much less.

It had been Fatuma's worst fear as it had taken her so long to convince village elders, parents and the boys themselves that this tournament could be a peaceful and safe one and indeed since the tournament began in January it had been.  Remarkably the police were eventually talked out of arresting the two boys and Fatuma took them aside to calm things down.  The presentation of the trophies went ahead but sadly the mood was now a very subdued and sombre one.  The school children had been sent home and nobody was really in the mood to celebrate but they they continued with the speeches and presentation and took this opportunity to make the boys apologise to each other.

The boys apologised grudgingly at first and then gradually as they saw the distress they were causing Fatuma they began to look really apologetic, if not a little ashamed of their behaviour.  Fatuma had been so upset by the fighting that she could not hold back tears as she spoke at the presentation.  She later told me she had broken down because of what might have happened had she not been able to stop the fight as they would surely have killed each other and this inevitably would have led to mass tribal clashes and more killing, the complete opposite of what she was trying to achieve... Peace!