There was a storm in Cape Town last night. I now know why they call the local Rugby team, the Stormers. The lashing rain and wind forced me to have a quiet night in with the telly. I had not switched on that "carbunkle" in the room since arriving in Cape Town, but I enjoyed its companionship last night. (*As Cape Town’s Greenpoint stadium arose, residents opposed to the project commonly referred to it as that “Carbunkle”.)
Bafana Bafana versus
Colombia were top of the bill, but I also managed to consume a lot of commercials (more on those later), catch up with the
highlights of the previous night’s friendlies, and also got a taste of network
television from the former front line states of Botswana, Mozambique, Namibia
and Zimbabwe. I woke up this
morning to Zimbabwe ‘showing the Willow’ to India. Two Indians were ran out in quick succession. FIFA could learn a lot from the
Zimbabwean technology. The run-outs were quickly adjudicated by the help of a camera. The final decision of the umpire
relayed to the crowd through a cable connected to an old set of traffic
lights. Cheers of delight went up
with every red light.
It’s another beautfiul
morning in Cape Town, but last night was a portend of what the rainy season can
bring to the game. I got a feeling
Cape Town is going to host a classic or two in the knock out stages. There has been a lot of talk of teams
preparing for altitude. But
progress through Cape Town may require a team that can cope with a storm. (Only three teams have chosen to be
based at sea level on the Western Cape: Denmark, France and Japan.)
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