At the outset, let me point out that this effort comes about from a challenge issued – and accepted. I emailed the administrator (Rob) to ask for more fan’s pieces and he asked why I don’t write one. After a bit of cajoling and one or two prods, he got me to admit defeat and so contribute something from a fan.
Sharksworld poster Baldrick gives us his views from Kings Park
This was the second Test I have been to at Kings Park, the last one was when I was invited to sit in a box. That was 2000, the year a very young and innocent looking Stirling Mortlock kicked a last minute penalty to win the match for the Aussies.
It was also the last time – prior to Saturday – that they had won in South Africa. First bad omen…
This time, I was given tickets in the stands and nearly missed the opening minutes of the game, having stood in a beer queue for forever. Bad omen number two.
Finally got to the seats with five minutes to go, the anthems were about to be sung and with great gusto, I sang along to Nkosi Sikelela IAfrica with pride. But looking at our team, another bad omen – standing next to our captain was the scrumhalf, his head went up to Big Vic’s shorts. It was a boy against men.
Actually, it must have been the kid that leads the team out ….
The vibe was great and the beer was flowing, the hot sun assisting the effects of the alcohol and I was soon joining in the referee abuse. One big bloke, must have weighed easy 120kgs, had a Springbok jersey with “Os” on it. All his muscles were in his stomach though, seem to have relaxed off his chest thanks to the copious amounts of beer he must have consumed.
He kept shouting abuse at the ref, but the only audible words were “F#$%” and “REF” between a litany of curses. I added to his tirade and left with 10 minutes of the first half remaining to find more beer to sooth my vocal cords which had been exercised way more than the usual abuse thrown at the TV.
Once again, the beer queue moved as fast as the toll booth I tend to always look for as the quickest, but finding out that the person in the front is now looking for money, not finding it and arguing with the toll-collector – it was THAT slow. I got back five minutes into the second half (a good 25 minute queue for beer at R15 a go) and it was the same tale of woe.
I was thrilled for Adrian Jacobs, but not for much of the rest of the team. Our lineouts were poor, we took the wrong options and I didn’t see the players putting their hands up.
I was quite taken aback at all the booing of Matfield when he came to give his captain’s speech after the game. This is a crowd clearly gatvol of the man’s leadership skills and general lack of effort. In fact, he was very energetic when it came to questioning every referee’s decision, but aside from that, he is playing the worst rugby of his career.
In all, a disappointing outing from a fan’s perspective with very few shining lights, aside probably from Beast’s performance and Jacobs’ two tries. Oh and the overpriced and warm beer Otherwise, the Boks have a lot of work to do.
There are some that also need to grow some balls (Matfield) and brains (van der Linde). The side is clearly not on top of their game and the skill levels are not at an acceptable International level.
Chatting to mates afterwards, we concluded that the ailing Titanic – AKA the Springbok rugby team – is floundering at sea amongst the ice bergs while the captain is sitting in the pub downstairs telling everyone how great he was last year. Anyone who ever spoke kak about John Smit’s captaincy – stand up and apologise. We are clearly missing him.Tweet