I’m not too big on sports. Some of my countrymen would say that just makes me a poor South African. Especially the fact that I don’t particularly enjoy rugby (but considering that we are probably the only country in the world who fired our coach after the national team won the World Cup can you blame me?)
I watch the odd game of cricket (and by watch I mean I don’t mind it playing on the television while I’m busy with other stuff in the house) and at one point I even knew the names of the players in the national squad. However, at the moment the only player in all of international and local cricket I can identify by sight is Hashim Amla. Must be the beard.
And then there’s soccer. I’ve never been able to get excited about Bafana Bafana. I was not particularly upset when they dropped out of the FIFA World Cup in 2010 and, knowing they only made it into the tournament that year because we were the host nation, I wasn’t at all surprised when they did not qualify this year either.
(Hmmm. That does sound frightfully unpatriotic…) Continue reading “On sports and other stuff that make people cry”