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No i will be the first to admit that that performance by the bafana boys was poor. They looked sloppy, they were too static when they got the ball and the passing and defending man to man just wasn’t there. I will also gladly admit that i don’t really know the rules of football that well. Im a rugby kenner, and while i know when someone is offside and the basic ins and outs... i am not to sure about penalties in and around the goal box, but what happened there just did not seam right!!

Was it really fair to send Kuhne off? To red card our goalie and allow them a penalty kick? Wasnt their striker offside, which should have made all of that redundant? Would a yellow card and the penalty to the offending goalie not have been the better option?

Wow.

That blew my mind. And put me in an entirely negative space for the rest of the game. The competitive Arian in me just could not take it. I was screaming and swearing and insulting players. I am sorry nr 9, you probably didn’t deserve all the nasty things i said, but that (in my mind) unnecessary red card threw us completely off our game, took Pienaar out of the attack and signalled a wave of supporters leaving the stadium. I am as offended by that as by the blatant diving and bad acting from the Uruguay players.

I cant even remember anything else i wanted to blog.

We went to the Adidas venue but (since we first had planned to cook some soup and H took forever to get to my house with the ingredients) we were too late and the lounge was full. So we watched amongst a small but passionate crowd in the Word Of Art studio downstairs, where a massive TV on some crates, a makeshift bar, cardboard couches and a sloppy half time DJ set the scene.

You should go check it out, the pop up store has some dope adidas merch (H if i wasn’t unemployed and i had R850 i would buy you those high tops on the spot – they are sooo you!) the T-shirt exhibition is cool (but can we PLEASE see some fresh artists already – i KNOW FOR A FACT there are some really talented illustrators and artists in this city, but the galleries and clicks always show the same artists’ work and – while i won’t argue that there is some real talent in there – they do all have a very specific style – and to be frank, i am bored of it...) and I am sure it just gets better once you get into the actual 3 stories.

So tonight the call of the Vuvuzela is a little less frequent; the facebook statuses a little more disappointed and even the flags on cars seem to hang limp as the Cape Town wind hides her head in shame somewhere.

Back to the drawing board for Carlos and the boys, but all is not loss, and stranger things than miracles have happened in world cups before.

And hey this is an interesting country; a month ago the bulls played two games in Soweto, tonight Bafana Bafana played at Loftus... The times they really are a changing...

my dutch-german (living in america) flatmate for a month Nadia feeling the gees...