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Proteas on shaky ground

Big Friendly will be upset with me for this post. And Brett too. Most cricket lovers I know want to support the Proteas through thick and thin; marriage kind of supporters. I get accused of blowing hot and cold; and I do, depending on the state of our National team, and right now I am pretty nervous.

The World Cup starts in a month’s time in India. And, once again I think the Proteas are nowhere near ready. Don’t get me wrong, I would love nothing more than for the Proteas to win a WC, but it would be so great feeling like they were going into it with a well rounded, experienced and confident team who would put their best foot forward. Instead, I think we are going to have to rely on quite a bit of luck, things ‘going their way’ and lucky charms, prayers and talismans.

Yesterday’s decider against India is a case in point (‘scuse the pun). Just when it seemed that the Proteas had it in the bag, in both the batting and bowling innings, they went mad! Four wickets fell while I was blowing my nose. Pathan scored a 100 and almost threw the pathetic Duckworth Lewis total decided for India for a loop! It was chaos out there man! Everyone is so erratic. If Amla has a good day he makes a 100, if he doesn’t he is out for single digits. Morne Morkel scores a wicket with his one hand, misses a catch with his other, then performs a “giraffe” catch that saves the day! The fielding goes from brilliant (Biff’s catch yesterday was superb and so was Faf du Plessis’ one) to weak, in the same over!

I am so, so nervous. Anything can happen with this team. And I am so confused. I wish I was just a little surer.


I was delighted when I heard one of the Cape Town tourism people talk about an ‘afterglow’ instead of a hangover that Cape Town was experiencing after the mafifa World Cup. I loved the idea; it sounded positive and sustainable. But it seems the afterglow has turned into a hangover.

The WC month was nothing short of miraculous in many ways. South Africans were on their best behaviour. We all listened when Zuma asked us to behave! There wasn’t a peep from Mal-enema, embarrassing us with his usual uncontrolable spewage. Our politicians, in general, kept a low profile and were mostly polite for a change. On the ground, people made a brilliant effort to be friendly, engaging, hospitable and patriotic. Our TV screens were filled with colour, music and feel-good stories. Vuvuzelas were a global hit. Our cities looked magnificent and our stadia were commented on in glowing terms. Special courts dealt with crimes, special traffic cops managed congestion and we all seemed to follow all the rules so much better.  We really put on a great, glamourous show while the world watched.

But now that the cameras are no longer on us we seem to be sliding into that murky, messy ‘nobody’s watching’ behaviour. We seem to be taking the WC out of the World Cup. The streets are grimy again. Taxis are driving in the yellow lane. Mal-enema is back. The DA is accusing, the foreigners are fleeing, civil servants are threatening to strike. You know; the usual. We are probably no different from most countries in the world.

But for that month…

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