"You are going to stand back to back with your partner", she said, "with your arms straight up in the air, palms facing, and your partner is going to hold your wrists, crouch down with her butt below yours and then lift you up and over her back into a good stretch". "Not a fuck", I thought, but not one to →

I have watched it again, and again, that first goal. And it wasn’t Tshabalala’s scoring of the goal that gave me goosebumps. It wasn’t even Javier Aguirre’s facial expressions- and that was some scary shit. It was Khune. It was the raw passion on his face after that goal was scored, and the beer-tinged roar that reverberated down Long street in →