I loved Sol Bamba’s accent. He was a Parisian of African descent who played in France, Turkey and Italy, but the first thing you heard whenever he spoke was a touch of Edinburgh. Three years at Hibernian saw to that, as did two previous seasons across the Firth of Forth with Dunfermline. Football left its mark on him, and he did the same.
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Bamba was always up for the next adventure, wherever it was. The last time we spoke, he was getting involved with the Ivory Coast’s coaching team en route to them winning the Africa Cup of Nations back in February. The time before that, he was organising his diary to create time to pursue his UEFA Pro coaching licence. Any time you asked about his health, you heard: “I’m good, mate. I’m good.” He’d stick to that line even if he wasn’t, because he didn’t find solace in bringing people down.
His death at 39, announced on Saturday night, will bring so many people down.
Bamba was easy to love — a veritable diamond, with the most infectious smile this side of anywhere — and social media today is a barometer of his reputation. I started writing about him when he joined Leeds United in 2015 and the best way I can define him is as father figure, cult hero and solid backbone rolled into one. He wasn’t Leeds’ greatest player. He wasn’t even close. But his personality in that particular period of time (when it was safer to hide than stick your neck out) earned him his stripes.
That’s not to say Bamba wasn’t an accomplished centre-back. He had height, he had strength, he had heart and he was devoted, an Ivory Coast international with almost 50 caps to his name. Now and again, he’d give everybody at Leeds the heebie-jeebies with bomb-scare runs out of defence (there was his adventurous side) but you know what? Football needs a bit of cavalier spirit. Football needs Sol Bambas.
When time ran out for him at Elland Road early in the 2016-17 season, he severed his contract quickly and left. He was a club captain who couldn’t get a game any longer, and he worried his presence in the dressing room would be a hindrance. “They didn’t need that,” he said later. “It was better for them that I got out of the way.”
Bamba played for Leeds between 2015 and 2016 (Richard Sellers/Getty Images)
Bamba won friends at Leeds because he fought for the club, metaphorically as well as physically.
It’s hard to fully explain the state of the club around 2015 but take it from me: the environment was volatile, negative and often poisonous.
Leeds were a Premier League entity trapped in the Championship, acting like they would be stuck in the second tier of English football forever. Massimo Cellino, the owner then, ran the show — and ran it like the Wild West. You encountered ludicrous unpredictability in the boardroom. There were cliques and divisions in the dressing room. Managers/head coaches had a shelf life similar to bottles of milk because Cellino could not get enough of sacking them. And in the thick of it all, you had Bamba.
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Twice, Bamba spoke out publicly, criticising the club’s senior management and demanding better. His first dig was especially risky because he was only on loan from Italian club Palermo, with no guarantee of a permanent contract with Leeds. He had also risen to the position of captain, though, and you find out about players in fractious circ*mstances. It’s easier to stand back and to say nothing, to bottle out. Bamba preferred to say what needed to be said, and damn the consequences.
It was telling that, despite his comments, Leeds signed him permanently from Palermo, almost as if Cellino admired the size of his cojones.
I often wondered if the best route to making Cellino listen was to front him up, and Bamba’s willingness to carry the flag has not been forgotten. At Elland Road, you see, countless people have failed the crowd over the past 20 years. Those who didn’t are perennially appreciated. To put it another way: Bamba could have gone drinking in Leeds for a week without having to buy a pint.
Bamba during his time at Hibernian (Craig Williamson/SNS Group via Getty Images)
In 2020, he was diagnosed with a form of cancer on Christmas Eve.
We’d become friends over the years after he left Elland Road and a few days on from his last hit of chemotherapy, I interviewed him for The Athletic. One of the first things he asked the doctor who diagnosed him was, “When’s my next game?” He was a Cardiff City player by then and he spoke about his illness as if it was a minor interlude in his life and career, something he would power through. “I can’t finish like this,” he said. “This isn’t it.” And it wasn’t.
Not long after, he tweeted to say he was cancer-free, but a post on Instagram from his wife Chloe last night revealed that the illness had returned. “It was never a fair fight,” she wrote. “Just when things were looking up, he took a downturn.” Bamba had accepted it as “God’s will”, she said, which sounds like him.
He’ll have gone without resentment or bitterness, the embodiment of his glorious smile.
(Top photo: Alex Pantling/Getty Images)
Phil grew up near Edinburgh in Scotland and is a staff writer for The Athletic, covering Leeds United. He previously worked for the Yorkshire Evening Post as its chief football writer. Follow Phil on Twitter @PhilHay_
