Timing IS everything. There’s a time for everything, and every season has a reason. My pastor taught me – there’s time to be born a time to die; a time to plant and uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to weep and a time to build; a time to search and time to give up, etc. When asked for my Currie Cup predictions this past weekend, particularly which players will be avoiding eye contact with their fans, at Loftus Stadium, “without a doubt the Bulls will win”, was my immediate response.
Its no secret, that born and bred in the Eastern Cape as I am, I fly the Bulls flag every season and in between.
Yes, the Afrikaaners joint. Where flabby bellies, long blond hair and beers complete the design are where my loyalties lie (Give me a break! – The Border Bulldogs are not doing anything to change that. Might be a bit late for EP Kings).
This affair began in 2003 during a Currie Cup season (as a matter of fact). My cousin and I were watching a Sharks and Bulls game, and neither of us had a team (you could say we were holding onto the Bulldogs dream).
Anything blue in my eyes would go at the time and I’ve always been one for underdogs (well…). The Sharks tried first, immediately recruiting my cousin, compelling me to take the Bulls (who lost that game) and I have never looked back.
My (what some call blind) faith with Frans Ludeke’s men is mainly influenced by timing. Throughout the years I’ve learnt to accept Bulls and their structure that confuses me at times.
This is a team that has painted tears of joy and other kind (a time to cry and a time to laugh). I’ve endured endless chirps for this team as much as I have for Liverpool, I’ve sat alone in a house full Stormers, Sharks, Cheetahs and Lions supporter, but my love for this team has yet to waver.
The Sharks have been called the lesser evil, I’ve seen Cheetahs supporters take a Stormers corner before my beloved cows (courtesy of a Yanky friend), but I’m yet to shift (I have threatened to hang my Reds jersey – once, but not my Bulls’).
Why? – Timing! The Blue Bulls have mastered the art of timing. You can always count on the Pretoria side to win that crucial and oh-so-imperative-game. Last week was exactly that. The Do-or-Die. An obligatory event; one that demanded (along with the stands) a victory, when nothing less would do.
Why? – Timing. Which is more than I can say about Siyabonga Nomvete, who missed a penalty that ultimately handed Orlando Pirates millions of Rands. Eight millions to be exact. It seems Bhele is following Gyan’s footsteps, only he doesn’t have most of Africa in tears with him.
Timing Bhele. Timing.