This was how I spent Saturday. Well, watching this rugby union test match, and generally being loose on the Joburg scene. We kicked off at a mate’s house in Sandton around noon, spent a couple hours in Soweto, had a taxi breakdown on the way back into Joburg, came in on another taxi, shambled our way into Ellis Park through the traffic chaos and THEN witnessed the following rugby test.
…Inasmuch as we were capable of witnessing anything by that stage, after five or six hours of drinking! I doubt testimony from any of our group would stand up in court if it was led as evidence.
But let the record show that we were there, at South Africa’s rugby headquarters for one of the great test matches of all time. One where the lead changed hands a half-dozen times and our boys the Springboks came within 20 minutes of winning the game and the Rugby Championship. In fact, if this had been an hour-long game and not an 80-minute one, we’d have been away clean.
Sadly, that was not to be, for the Boks, or for us bunch of reprobates. Whatever we were on Sunday morning, we had not got away clean.