At Westfield, one of the British capital’s largest shopping malls, the Moroccan community transformed a large restaurant into an improvised stadium to celebrate Morocco’s historic qualification for the final of the Africa Cup of Nations (AFCON). The gathering was organized at the initiative of the Moroccan Embassy in London and attended by Morocco’s ambassador to the United Kingdom, Hakim Hajoui.
From the opening minutes of the match, the atmosphere was electric. Draped in red and green, men and women of all ages packed the venue well before kickoff for a contest that would prove breathtaking. Tables were pushed together, screens multiplied and every gaze was fixed on the pitch, as if suspended by the fate of the Atlas Lions facing Nigeria’s formidable Super Eagles.
For 120 minutes, exile seemed to fade away.
Each Moroccan chance drew collective gasps in a match destined to live long in the memory of Moroccans and football fans across Africa and beyond.
Then came the eruption, with shouts, applause, piercing ululations and spontaneous embraces among strangers at the end of a gripping penalty shootout. The Moroccan goalkeeper etched his name into football lore with two stunning saves that delivered victory to his teammates and joy to an entire nation.
The walls echoed with patriotic songs sung in chorus, while some fans beat on tables like stadium drums. Even the waitstaff, smiling accomplices in the moment, appeared aware they were witnessing something special.
When the final, decisive penalty was converted, sealing Morocco’s place in the AFCON final, jubilation spilled over. Flags appeared everywhere, raised high as smartphones recorded every second to be instantly shared with Casablanca, Safi, Marrakech, Fez, Oujda, Dakhla and Laayoune. Tears of joy flowed alongside laughter and chants.
For many, it was more than a sporting triumph. It was a declaration of pride and a shared identity reaffirmed far from the homeland.
Outside the restaurant, the celebration quickly overflowed into the mall’s corridors. Shoppers, surprised but amused, watched as a sea of red and green swept through Westfield, a vivid reminder of football’s unique power to cross borders and unite diasporas around a common dream.
That night, London was no longer just London. For a few hours, it became a piece of Morocco in celebration, carried by hopes of continental glory and the certainty that, wherever they are, Moroccans know how to celebrate the defining moments of their history together.