The Sint Maarten national football team is the football team of Sint Maarten, the Dutch half of the Saint Martin island which was part of the former Netherlands Antilles (not to be confused with the team of the French half, the Saint-Martin national football team) and is controlled by the Sint Maarten Soccer Association. Sint Maarten is not a member of FIFA, and is therefore not eligible to enter the World Cup, but they do compete in CONCACAF competitions, where it is one of the weakest teams.
The Dutch part of the island of St. Martin has been completely absent from all CONCACAF tournaments for some time, while Saint-Martin, the French half of the island, is becoming more active. It seems to be a coincidence that since Saint-Martin began participating in CONCACAF tournaments, Sint Maarten have stopped playing. Only one match has been played since the year 2000 - a 2-2 draw at home to Sint Eustatius on 20 August 2004.
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