2. Uncle Sepp needs to lighten up a bit. Yoga, meditation or a sound smack around the ear might help. I don’t recall people being arrested for wearing the wrong colour clothing under South Africa’s apartheid regime.
Look. I can’t confirm that these honeys in the pic below are actually the ones who were busted but it is safe to assume that they are a reasonable facsimile thereof (apologies for poor quality but this was clearly snapped on a cellphone)…
If these ne'er-do-wells represent the most terrifying threat to our World Cup, then I'm volunteering to deal with it.
OK. While I try to pin down Mr Blatter’s phone number to warmly congratulate him on keeping us all safe from The Orange Threat, why don’t you get all the facts of the story right here at Goal.com?
OK. Here’s a post that will have some of you running for cover. Those who belong to that part of the spectrum of humanity who are not yet ready to believe in the spiritual side of our existence.
Look, I don’t mean to alienate anyone but I won’t shirk from tackling issues which may prove uncomfortable for some. Quite apart from this, I am acutely aware of my spiritual self. My dear departed Mom, a prim, proper and rather conservative sort, always held a uncharacteristic curiosity about “the spiritual world” and took me to see a “spiritualist friend” at age 15.
I found it fascinating but was far too interested in sport, girls and bunking school to paddle down the river in an upturned zinc bath to even partially embrace it. It took many years – and some periods of adversity involving the passing of those I most loved – for me to want to become attuned to my spirituality.
So I believe. But this is not about me. This is about a viewer of this blog, a complete stranger to me, who e-mailed me today to share this…
“Hi there, I just need to share this experience with as many people as possible in the world…
Wethr u want to believe it or not, this is a picture I took on my cellphone on Friday at 18:36 at Glentana, when I later looked at the picture, I saw my dad’s face it it and he is smiling down at me from heaven. This is the most amazing thing that I have ever seen and believe me I believe it. I can also see a blackish reflection of a woman to his right, that my mom pointed out to me. They believe it to be my Aunt Annie (mom’s sister) who also died from a brain tumour. I’m telling you if I hadn’t taken this photo myself, I don’t think I would have believed this, but I do. This is the first time that I have seen my Dad or been aware of his presence, since after his passing.