25.5.2018 05:08 pm
Rassie Erasmus names his first Springbok squad this weekend and there’s one guy he HAS to make captain.
When Rassie Erasmus announces his first Springbok squad on Saturday evening, there’s just one item he needs to tick off: make Siya Kolisi his captain.
Despite his bluster and know-all attitude about anything in the sporting cosmos, the Arithmetically Challenged Golfer has a strong ethos of upholding the inherent ideal of fairness in any contest which involves antagonists.
The Incomprehensible One duly settles to watch what was for him a fairly confused tableau at the Stadio Olimpico in Rome as Scotland lined up against the Italians.
When the water isn’t that hot, you’ll still get beer at the end of the day, but it will be watered down and taste like crap. This effect is exactly what I fear for when it comes to Kagiso Rabada.
Andre May, president of the Leopards, is going to take on serial politician Mark Alexander. It’s a David vs Goliath scenario but what if he wins?
The former Free State hooker is by anyone’s definition, deeply imbued with the ethos of rugby union – anyone who has bled buckets to serve the game at the sharp end of the scrum takes that as a given, part of the ebb and flow.
Now is the time to add my two cents and it has actually nothing to do with the people who made the cut, but rather with one in particular who didn’t.
The darlings of South African rugby have inexplicably gone laager mentality before Saturday’s derby against the Bulls.
Our national cricketers have generally shrugged off Cricket South Africa’s antics in the past. That might be changing.
It has become something of an in-joke; simply sneak up behind Mike the Mechanic, whisper the word “Proteas” in his ear and you can literally watch the steam coming from his ears.
The problem with being a self-confessed sports fanatic is the emotional baggage it comes with.
The Test opener averages 42 in white-ball cricket domestically but it’s a mystery why the national selectors still consider him a specialist.
There was, if truth be told, no hint of the doom and despondency which was to follow less than a day later as the sun above the cricket oval crept ever closer to the trimmed fringes of the outfield and the braai coals glowed.