There are some enduring images of football, our planet’s beautiful game.
None more enduring (for me) than the one Dad snapped of me falling on my jacksie while failing to convert from the penalty spot and score the winner for Pirates under-16A in the Maritzburg and District Football Association cup final back in 19-voetsek.
Never mind. I’m not hauling that one out. No. Instead, feast your eyes on this…
Nice, hey? Being more au fait with the art of photography than the art of penalty-taking, I plumped for this one. But you can see a whole lot more beautiful images captured around people playing football the world over by making an inch-perfect slide-rule pass through to here.
Doesn’t this make you even more excited for our beautiful World Cup to start in just 555 hours’ time (no calculator used here, OK?). I tell you what, I’m so spilling out of my body for June 11 that I feel like putting on my Bafana Bafana shirt and nothing else and running out into the main street of Stanford and yelling “Feel it. It is 555 hours away!” in 11 different languages to the granny who muttered into her copy of the Cape Times at the Arts Cafe this morning that she wished that the World Cup was already over.
Miserable old bint.