Sunday, June 14, 2009: Round one of the Confederation Cup. Bafana opens the game against Iraq. A 0-0 draw, altogether messy play and a disappointing start to the World Cup prelude. FIFA president Joseph Blatter gives a rousing “thank you, Africa” speech before he craps on the local organizers for failing to fill the stadium for the opener. That night Spain crushes New Zealand 5-0. Looks like Group A is rising to no challenge. Jacob Zuma speaks about something (well, presumably he intended his speech to have meaning, but with JZ one can never really get the point).
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we have a lovely lunch prepared for us at De Grendel wine farm in the Paarl winelands. Holiday’s the best!
Monday, June 15, 2009: Five of our Santos girls have been selected to train with Banyana Banyana for the SA national squad. I realize my appointed arch-nemesis is on the list and has been training with the Bananas for two years already. Gulp.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009: Further research into our Banyana squad reveals this dark history:http://outsports.com/jocktalkblog/2009/02/10/feb-11th-trial-set-for-accused-murderers-of-lesbian-soccer-player/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eudy_Simelane
Wednesday, June 19, 2009: I’m on holiday with nothing to do! You’ll notice this blog is nothing to do with marathon training, which is not to say that’s an unimportant component of my life right now so instead of talking about soccer I’m going to talk about this very Capetonian habit of running up mountains. Now, in America, where people are fat and lazy, mountains are things to be looked at more than scaled. Not so here – here they don’t hike, they don’t climb, they run. Well you can take the girl out of America, but you can’t take America out of the girl. After many grumblings I figure pain now is, well, equally bad to pain later, but what the hell, it’s not as if I have anything else to do. Run up, run down, run up again, picture attached.
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