A small group of Senegalese Muslims prays in the vicinity of the stadium. The sun is setting and Famara lays his head on a small mat on the asphalt. Four large spotlights illuminate the grass of the stadium of Roquetas de Mar. A blue grandstand stands to the west, only a few people occupy its sun-bleached seats covered in dust. In the locker room, twenty boys are getting dressed in green. Famara applauds in the tunnel as his players take the field. Famara is the chairman, coach and sometimes central defender of this team of young Senegalese.
The young footballers speak in Wolof, their mother tongue, and represent Cuevas del Almanzora, their Andalusian home. Tonight, they face their countrymen from Roquetas, another southeastern town. Some players, particularly recent arrivals, are yet to understand Spanish, despite working in Spain's fields and its greenhouses.
Tonight's match takes place on a different kind of field – one of synthetic turf, mirroring the ubiquitous plastic material that drapes over the province, which covers like a silver mantle an extension of forty thousand football fields, it's visible even from outer space. As the last daylight fades, the sun sets behind a bright horizon of greenhouses which seems to engender a glow that illuminates this corner of Spain.
Famara, at center front, with fellow players from Senegal in Cuevas del Almanzora.
A young spectator observes as a local Roquetas de Mar side faces off against the Senegalese squad from Cuevas del Almanzora.
In Almeria, the vast 'Mar de Plástico' or 'Sea of Plastic' stretches out, an expanse of greenhouses concealing not just crops, but also scarred lands tainted by waste and chemicals. Originating in the Franco-era 1960s, this swath of Southern Spain now stands as the world's largest greenhouse complex, predominantly manned by African migrant workers, overshadowing over 30,000 hectares of native Mediterranean terrain.
The match kicks off at a blistering pace. Players sprint and vault, cleats kicking up sprays of artificial turf. For a moment, only Famara's orders can be heard, shouting from the sidelines. The intensity of the game increases in the last minutes. A decisive header tilts the score to two-one in favour of Famara's team. The final whistle provokes a burst of contained joy; though rivals on the pitch, the players are bound by a shared journey across the Mediterranean, with each risking much to reach Southeastern soil.
The farewell summons a shared laughter, taking photographs as a memento. It is ten o'clock and there is no time for a shower. Every faucet in the changing room bears a plea for water conservation. Spain's southeast is the driest region in Europe and the nexus of the world's largest agro-industrial complex. Within this hub, seven out of ten workers are migrants, their destinies entwined with the arid landscape and their individual aspirations.
A blur of motion as a player from the Senegalese team in Cuevas del Almanzora charges ahead, the intensity of the match palpable under the stadium lights.
The players drive back to Cuevas del Almanzora, situated in the eastern province of Almeria. At sunrise, they wake up and go to work or school. In broad daylight, the region feels like a desert, a wasteland populated by wild palm trees. Recent storms have torn countless plastic sheets from greenhouses, ensnaring several trees in their wake. Patches of green disrupt the rural fringes and flood the cortijos' farmland. The hunting grounds extend through the olive groves that reach the foot of the Betic mountains, etched by the wind and the rain.
Remnants from the nearby greenhouses have wrapped a tree in plastic in the Southeast.
Cuevas del Almanzora takes its name from its ancient caves and the Almanzora River that courses nearby. Its people are humble and its climate is warm, even in winter. One out of three inhabitants was born abroad, predominantly hailing from Morocco and Senegal. Many African migrants have made their home in the historic town encircling the Church of Encarnación, a site where once a mosque stood until its demolition in the eighteenth century. The streets are narrow with old stately facades and cobblestone roads. Some residences, abandoned and on the brink of ruin, punctuate the streets. Stray cats invade the empty plots, one of the plots now hosts a bush of oleanders.
African day laborers in the fields of Cuevas del Almanzora.
The boys talk heatedly at halftime during a match at the Cuevas del Almanzora municipal stadium. Their crest is the logo of the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS). A big phrase in Spanish can be read across the front of the jersey: Asociación Deportivo Cultural and Social Sports Association of African Immigrants of Cuevas del Almanzora. Famara has been its president since its founding in 2019. "Although almost all of us are Senegalese, there are also people from Guinea, Gambia... that's why we printed the ECOWAS shield, which represents us all."
In 2006, at just twenty years old, Famara took a leap of faith, risking his life to cross the strait separating Morocco from Spain. His journey, encapsulated in the succinct words, "a small boat and many hours," spanned nine days, starting from Casamance in southern Senegal. He fondly reminisces the fleeting time spent in Madrid, at his father-in-law's apartment, forming a deeper bond with his wife, and the hard-earned days working in the fields of the Meseta. Yet the constant surveillance in Madrid drove him to leave, and on June 13th, 2007, he moved to Cuevas del Almanzora, where it was easier to find a job as an undocumented migrant.
Fast forward sixteen years, Famara's life has undergone a profound transformation. Today, he shares a modern apartment and a private parking space for his hybrid car with his wife, children, and younger brother, a stark contrast from the early days when he shared a flat with his friend Bassir on the outskirts of town. Now colleagues, both Famara and Bassir work as gardeners around Levante Almeriense, managing a standard of living that remains elusive in their native Senegal.
"When I arrived in Cuevas, the Senegalese were already getting together to play". Famara recalls the boys setting up matches in the summer of 2007. As time went by, they gathered resources: balls, socks, water bottles, eventually securing sponsorship from a local agricultural company that funded their first uniform. The logo of the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS) adorns their crest, while the words 'Cultural and Social Sports Association of African Immigrants of Cuevas del Almanzora' stretch across the front of their jersey. "Even though we are mostly Senegalese, we also have members from Guinea, Gambia... hence we chose the ECOWAS shield, representing all of us," explains Famara, who has served as president since its inception in 2019.
Famara’s team welcomes newcomers in Cuevas del Almanzora, leveraging the power of football as a shared passion and common ground. There are about two hundred people registered in the association and every year they collect twenty euros per head. The money goes to help each other. "If someone has a problem, for instance, a health issue, we use the money to cure them", says Famara, about a project, his team, which is already more than a club.
Famara’s hands. Famara is the chairman, coach and sometimes central defender of this team of young Senegalese. In 2006, Famara risked his life crossing the strait between Spain and Morocco. He was barely twenty years old. "In a small boat and many hours". In total, it was a nine-day trip from Casamanza, in the south of Senegal.
Young fans come together in the stands, celebrating African community matches that connect migrants and the next generation from countries such as Senegal, Guinea-Bissau, and Gambia.
Benches come alive at Cuevas del Almanzora's municipal field, hosting a vibrant match for the African community of Levante Almeriense.
Aerial shot capturing a match at the municipal stadium in Cuevas del Almanzora.
A group of thirty Senegalese boys go down to the Almanzora. It is seven o'clock in the evening and the players have arranged to meet in the desert riverbed, totally dry due to the scarcity of rainfall and, according to the locals, also due to agriculture practices of recent times.
The players train many days a year, except for Mondays, rainy days and cold winter afternoons. The whole air of the Almanzora is masculine, with the exception of a couple of little girls, who play in the surroundings waiting for their kin. In Almeria, nine out of every ten Senegalese individuals are men, many striving to accumulate resources to better the conditions for their families back home.
"These goals were installed years ago, so instead of water there is football, the water never runs, only they run," observes Francisco, a resident of Cuevas del Almanzora, who watches the players touching the ball while leaning on the river's fence. The dust swirls skyward and when the game intensifies, the boys disappear in a whirlwind of sand.
The team training in the Almanzora river, which has almost completely dried out due to droughts and agricultural practices in the area. The water reservoir, located 7 kilometers to the northwest, is considered technically ‘dead’ and needs to be diverted from other rivers to supply the region with water.
Elhadji, Famara's younger brother, dribbling against an opponent in a training session in the Almanzora.
They are the other club from Cuevas, the players from the Almanzora river, each of them embody the ethos instilled by Famara. In the town’s official team, Cuevas C.F., there are no Senegalese players. Cuevas C.F. competes in the Almeria’s League, which is equivalent to the seventh level of competition in the Spanish Football League. "No Senegalese boys are there simply because they remain unknown to them. It's a fine club filled with good-hearted people, but they just don't have enough knowledge about our people," explains Famara, who has been one of the few Senegalese who was able to federate.
He had even enjoyed a brief stint with Cuevas C.F. in 2017, a brief but memorable period that marked the culmination of his semi-professional football journey. "They needed a defender for the season's end and they approached me," Famara recalls. However, he made his career as a center back at A.D. Los Gallardos, where he spent six seasons defending the jersey of the neighboring club. "I was the first black player in the club's history." They clinched the league in 2010, coinciding with Famara's debut season as a football player in Spain. His sportsmanship throughout the season was lauded—he received an award for incurring just a single yellow card in the entire competition. "I outran everyone,” he asserts, the trophy, now a showpiece on a shelf in his living room, holds a Senegal flag above the television.
Famara and his younger brother, Elhadji, are watching a match between FC Barcelona and Atletico Madrid. They're hoping for a draw. "Football is my life," Famara admits, his football fandom not confined to the Spanish La Liga but also extending to the English Premier League, the German Bundesliga, and the Italian Serie A. When questioned about the secret behind his ability to watch any European football match at home, Famara responds with a knowing smile.
In a past season with A.D. Los Gallardos, Famara was honored with a sportsmanship award, a testament to his disciplined play in 2009/2010 where he received only a single yellow card. Famara recalls, "I ran more than anyone else".
Famara dressed in traditional African attire on the day of the Eid al-Adha.
Senegalese players from Cuevas del Almanzora. Sometimes they rent the municipal field for fifty euros per afternoon. Unlike the strategy and tactics that conventional clubs seek, the objective of the Almanzora team is to enjoy football.
There are dozens of young men on Famara’s team, originating predominantly from the southern parts of Senegal, working in Almeria's agriculture sector, and uniting around a shared fervor for football. Ibrahima stands out as their stellar goalkeeper. "He's a great goalie," Famara lauds. Aside from saving goals for his countrymen, he is also the starting goalkeeper for C.D. Mojacar, another neighboring club, which also plays in the Almeria's League.
Ibrahima arrived in Cuevas back in 2018, following a stint in Italy. He speaks as many languages as an interpreter: Wolof, Mandenka, French, Italian and Spanish. He is 27 years old and shares an apartment with other Senegalese migrants in Cuevas. Seven years ago, he made a perilous crossing of the Mediterranean from Tunisia to Sicily, traversing an expansive sea stretch of three hundred kilometers.
Ibrahima has been absent from several of Mojacar's training sessions throughout the year. Traveling from Cuevas del Almanzora to Mojacar, around twenty kilometers by road, has proven challenging. "Usually, I carpool with a teammate who recently had a disagreement with the club", Ibrahima elucidates. Nonetheless, training with his fellow countrymen in Cuevas ensures he maintains his physical condition.
The team has rented the municipal football pitch for fifty euros a half-afternoon. They divide into two smaller teams: the veterans wearing the yellow first kit and the younger ones dressed up in green. They warm up by doing rondos. In contrast to the strategy and tactics of conventional clubs, their commitment is to enjoy the game.
Ibrahima is their best goalkeeper. Ibrahima arrived in Cuevas in 2018. He speaks as many languages as an interpreter: Wolof, Mandinka, French, Italian and Spanish. He is 27 years old and shares an apartment with other Senegalese friends from Cuevas. He crossed the Mediterranean seven years ago, from Tunisia to Sicily, a three-hundred-kilometer sea crossing.
Amidst the signature Almanzora dust, players engage in a spirited contest for the ball during a practice match.
Famara resolutely guards the rear lines for the veterans, who lead by three goals as the halftime whistle sounds. Ibrahima, however, lingers on the same pitch, preparing for his run with the junior team in the second half. "They beseeched me," Ibrahima jests, the sole player whose hands are sheathed by vocation. As the second half commences, Ibrahima's vocal presence resounds on the field, shouting out strategic commands to his new teammates. His presence seems to imbue the younger side with vigor. He foils the onslaughts and deftly uses both legs to dispel the encroaching pressure. On corner kicks, his fists ascend above all, propelling the ball into the clear sky of Cuevas. The junior team's fervor doesn't quite secure the comeback, and the match concludes with a score of three to two.
Famara had the same problem as Ibrahima, he could not get to the stadium of Los Gallardos on his own back when he was a federated player. "The board of directors took me to training sessions and matches". Famara expresses a warm sentiment for the chairman, Paco Picante, "a football man, a good person.”
Famara’s life changed when he met Picante. "We were at a construction site in Mojacar," Picante recalls. "I was the carpenter foreman and I saw Famara through a window, digging a hole for a swimming pool all by himself. I was very impressed by his attitude. "We started talking about football and a few days later he was already training with us." Picante laments the reticence of local clubs to engage with migrants, who are frequently young, sometimes even mere adolescents, who find themselves united by the challenges of solitude and labor-intensive work. "The clubs in the area are not interested in dealing with the migrants' situation, primarily due to the additional responsibilities that come with dealing with those who are undocumented. We Spaniards have a migration past, we should be more humanitarian," expresses Picante, who recognizes that signing Famara also changed the club's history. "He was our first black player. The very first of many."
From the archives: Famara alongside his A.D. Los Gallardos teammates, captured during their years together from 2009 to 2015.
Senegalese community members gather to watch a training match at Cuevas del Almanzora's municipal stadium.
Famara's team is now in the midst of a tournament, competing against other unofficial teams in the region.“We are playing against other Africans, laborer squads… If my team wins, we’ll throw a party, and if we don’t win, so will we,” says Famara, who has made several players laugh. The team trains by finishing off crosses in the imaginary area of the Almanzora, where sporting excellence is achieved in a different way.
Over the decades, living in the Southeast has become a lesser evil for thousands of migrants. Their lives leave stories of resilience like those of Famara and his team, who have turned the Almanzora into a place where the lives of many people make sense. The voices in Wolof, the children swarming around and the great dry riverbed, resounding with the shouts of several generations chasing a ball.
Players of the green team celebrate a victory during the summer football tournament for migrants in the Levante Almeriense region
The dust rises, and as the game shakes, the boys disappear in a whirlwind of sand in the Almanzora.
An old worker's cabin, in ruins, stands as a relic in Almeria's agro-industrial coastline. Many young African, crossed the Mediterranean, bidding for destiny, to work in the Southeast as laborers.