We’re sat in Revolution cafe in Grahamstown watching the South Africans take on France.
There’s only one other family in here- the whole town have descended upon the sports bar the Rat and Parrot but that’s a bit wild for us, 3 shows in the last 24 hours have knackered us out.
But we’re awake now!
It’s half time, the Bafanas are up to 2-0, France have had a man sent off and Uruguay are 1-0 up. We are half way through the most unbelievable of stories. The Boys The Boys could do this. What was impossible is now but unlikely and this is a country used to the unlikely.
The beneath was meant to follow the above 45 minutes later. But the dial up here really is that shit it got lost in the ether somewhere.
It’s not relevant anymore but in the interests of… well i’m not sure what but still here it is
And Dave’s face had turned even more Yorkshire than normal.
There were no wheelchair tickets left so I’ve got Dave Toole on my shoulders from the back tier. A fiver says we make it on the telly- the tallest football fan in the world. Sure I’ve seen some theatre today but lets be honest- no show was ever going to have a more theatrical story line than the Bafanas did today so I’ll tell you all about that another day.