Dumisani’s antics divert us from the fact that South Africa wasn’t good enough
RAS DUMISANI is now the most famous living reggae singer in the world, given that Bob Marley and Lucky Dube have sadly passed on.
The Rastafarian was clearly highly Selassie when he sang, if I can call it that, the national anthem in Toulouse.
I was also intrigued by his “band”, which included a white irie oke with a monstrous hat who occasionally hit the drum in front of him at completely random moments.
Ras’s disjointed (or maybe too jointed) effort symbolised an atrocious week for South African sport.
For a tired rugby team to lose in Toulouse was no disgrace – the mercurial French always seem to perform better away from Paris and were clearly up for the occasion – but three Springbok defeats inside eight days is, as far as I can track, unprecedented.
We bang on about the quality of the Currie Cup and the depth in our game but that suddenly rings a bit hollow.
Increasingly this Bok side starts to look like the Australian cricket team five years ago. Aussie administrators at that time waxed lyrical about their depth of talent.
English county sides were packed (Saracens-like) with their rejects and they claimed the intensity of their domestic game would ensure a supply of players to continue their domination.
In reality the run was fundamentally reliant on the cosmic alignment of three great stars, and once Shane Warne, Glenn McGrath and Adam Gilchrist were gone, Ricky Ponting’s team came back to the pack. Their replacements proved solid rather than magical.
For Warne, McGrath and Gilchrist read Fourie du Preez, Victor Matfield and John Smit. Each, in their own way, is incomparable and irreplaceable. If they disappear or struggle then the world cup will not be retained. As Tim Noakes keeps pointing out, all three should have been in cotton wool at this stage of the season.
Last Friday there was another butchery job to rival Dumisani’s when Eoin Morgan trashed the much-vaunted Protea bowling attack at the Wanderers. Too much attention was focused on the DuckworthLewis cock-up and not enough on the monstrous total the Proteas were chasing.
The explosive riposte from Loots Bosman and Graeme Smith on Sunday could not compensate for the shock of seeing England doing such damage for the second time in succession (Owais Shah and Morgan flogged us in the Champions Trophy). Mickey Arthur’s magic bowling formula comes unstuck once the spinners are rumbled, leaving Albie Morkel exposed. The Proteas looked like the Boks when the Fourie/Habana kick-and- chase routine doesn’t work.
As for Bafana Bafana, during the week they contrived another three hours without scoring a goal, making it one, against mighty Madagascar, in seven matches.
Nobody expects miracles (one Benni headline said “Messiahs Don’t Have Boeps”) but surely someone in a South African shirt can Bulge The Old Onion Bag, as the execrable Tommy Smyth would say on ESPN.