INJURY TIME
RED BULL ‘KEG BALL’
Kagiso Rabada has an easy solution to the ‘keg ball’ situation in the Proteas squad.
‘Keg ball’ is what the Proteas men’s team use to keep spirits (pardon the pun) up in the field.
If someone shouts “keg ball” and a wicket falls off the subsequent delivery, that fielder is buying the entire squad a round of drinks after the game.
Rabada has benefited (and provided for teammates) by taking wickets after someone has shouted “keg ball”. He however, has not done it.
“No, no, I’ve not … but I think I should.”
Why? “I’ll just get a case of Red Bull sent over and hand those out to the guys.”
Red Bull is one of Rabada’s personal sponsors.
We’re not sure how that will go down in the team.
BEST LEFT UNSAID
The Proteas have swopped the Caribbean for Ireland. Boats and rum punch, for pubs and Guinness. “It’s not bad. My first time here,” said Rabada.
“It reminds me of the times I went to England.”
Best not say that in the streets KG.
WHO PAYS?
As scene-setters go, Eugenia Kulaameyaw, a former board member of Cricket SA, who didn’t watch cricket because it took too long, set a very low bar on the opening day of the Social Justice and Nation Building hearings.
Kula-ameyaw reckoned that the SA Cricketers Association paid the national players, and not Cricket SA. That’s not true. But Kula-ameyaw and the truth – as her twitter feed indicates – are not exactly the best of friends, mainly because Kula-ameyaw doesn’t seem able to process information.
And look she wouldn’t be the first. As we discovered a few weeks back, there are board members who don’t even bother reading the organisation’s financial statements.
BUT WHY?
“England supporters will be able to prepare for today’s Euro 2020 final in perfect fashion by watching the Three Lions’ greatest ever triumph at the 1966 World Cup in colour for the first time.”
Does anyone live in the past quite like the English? (We daren’t talk. If Supersport shows the ‘438 game’ one more time, I’m putting a spade through the television)
IT’S NOT A NICKNAME
And by the way, nicknaming a team ‘the Three Lions,’ is just so unbelievably dull. ‘De Manschaaft’ cool. ‘La Albiceleste’, sexy. ‘Le Bleus’, plain, but it’s in French so it sounds cool. The same goes for ‘Azzurri’.
But ‘Three Lions,’ for a country that has no lions – except in a damn zoo. Get off it.
LET BORIS OUT
From Marina Hyde in the Guardian: “Did you see the prime minister in the fancy seats at Wembley on Wednesday?
He seemed to have come dressed as a particularly brutal Matt Lucas impersonation of himself. As for the young lady standing to his left and smiling indulgently at him, it’s nice that his … carer, is it? … takes him out for the day and buys him a football top.”
SUCCINCT
His team had just lost a rugby league match 66-0 and as coach of the Bulldogs, Trent Barrett was required to do the post match press conference. Before a question had been asked, and as he was in the process of taking his seat he muttered: “F***k me.” Quite.