adminKhuphuka Nasingeni
WE have not had much that unites us drinkers since the end of the football season. The English Premier League is back again and the cycle can start all over again.
If you are looking for me at the weekend you are almost assured of finding me on my stool by the corner in animated conversation confidently declaring my faith in a coach whose lineage I have no clue of, and whose players I have only read about. I sometimes wonder if we mourn more than the bereaved, but that is for another day; let the games roll on.
Due to close monitoring of the expenditure side of the budget by the madam at home, it had become increasingly difficult to be granted a visa to join the boys at the club since it was now known there was no EPL. And the national broadcaster seems to be getting involved in my domestic politics.
I hear there is some deal that will allow ZBC to screen EPL matches live. While this is a welcome development to thousands of supporters, it renders my usual visa application reason for travel inadmissible.
I go to the bar to watch soccer since I cannot afford to subscribe for satellite tv, you see, and when these matches then come home it raises unforeseen problems. The usual suspects are already making excuses for their teams; ita��s early days, players are yet to gel, lack of luck, poor pitch, missing a player or two. Therea��s no substitute to good preparation, ask our Mighty Warriors who are fresh from the Rio experience.
They are now firmly focused on the Africa Cup in Cameroon, after pipping that countrya��s team for a place at the beaches of Copacabana, and the pitches too!
This time, our girls should be better prepared, if we cannot find enough resources to ensure they go into camp for a longer period, at least let us find the team a good nyanga or prophet to deal with our bad luck. What else could it be?
Even our failure to attract sponsors could be a result ofA� some curse, God knows from where.
I have a feeling we need to work on our spiritual preparedness because if the West African movies we watch so often are anything to go by, then we could be in for greater surprises than Rio! Thata��s my view, and I am sticking to it.
I hear some teams, already feeling the heat in the local league, are crying foul over failure by some officials of the team to adhere to khulua��s instructions hence the precipitous spell the team was under. They better rectify the rituals mix-ups quickly as we are now in the second half!
Failure to do that might just see them huffing and puffing in the home stretch in the next three months. They may not be as lucky as Olympian Miller of Bahamas.A� The lady should add diving to her repertoire.
Miller flung herself across the finishing line to avoid a possible photo finish or silver medal!
She reminded me of my forays with my friends into a neighbouring village in my teen years where guys at this village, separated from ours by a fence, would chase us over age-old rivalry to a point of leaving our cattle there.
On approaching the fence in full flight with our adversaries in hot pursuit we perfected the art of sliding under the fence from a distance and rising on the other while our enemies attempted to scale the fence. Failure to master that would have resulted in you being lynched by the rival gang!
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