Thursday, 17 June 2010

South Africa vs Uruguay

I barely watched this to be honest, I had a beer and the missus made a stirfry, I had to call my mother, it was really fucking dull and I had to feed the baby as well.

Initially I thought the first Forlan goal was pretty good; the deflection deflated the mood somewhat. Suarez did well to get the penalty, although he probably could have just scored instead. The last goal was a bit scrappy. It's fairly clear that the reason SA managed the draw with Mexico was the fact that Mexico defended a high line with slow centre backs against a very quick counter-attacking team. Uruguay's defence is far more competent, and never gave the South African's a sniff. Bafana Bafana don't have the ability to play through anyone, so with the direct ball in behind pretty much shut off, they had fuck all.

And, frankly, good: I'm a fairly modern chap, so I don't make sweeping generalisations like "I fucking hate South Africans". I am prepared to venture the statement "I fucking hate a lot of South Africans". Their unpleasant vowels. Their big fucking mouths. Their deep love for the Rainbow Nation that doesn't entirely explain why they came to London to get work in IT because of the affirmative action back home which makes it hard for them to get jobs, although the affirmative action is only necessary because your white parents, despite making up about 10% of the population, effectively enslaved the remaining 90% and still complain about how they shouldn't have stopped in the first place.

So basically, Bafana Bafuckoff. You can go back to watching your cricket team choke.

(Apologies for perhaps the least sophisticated piece of ill-thought out prejudice since Nick Griffin first realised there might be some votes in attacking all Muslims after twelve of them blew up some buildings somewhere. But I'm a very bitter man, and some saffers have very big fucking mouths).

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