National anthems are the slogan of a country, the: “Look how cool we are” of international advertising. They express pride, strength, honour and justice. Some tell a story of how the particular country conquered in a battle of old. Some of how the country has progressed in the fields of equality, or how amazingly beautiful that place is. Mostly however, they tell of the strength of the country and of its pillar morals: strength, justice, freedom. They tell of things that make a person proud to be one of many who stand up at an event, squash their hand into their chest and very solemnly sing every last word.
South Africa played France in rugby this last Friday evening. They played in Toulouse, where South Africa last visited in 1976…we won in 1976.
Now before you read any further please just go to this link and read the story: (It’s not long I promise!)
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8360100.stm
BOLLOCKS! There was only disrespect because it
WAS a complete joke. What they don’t tell you is that the Bob Marley wannabe who was given the privilege of singing the anthem completely fluffed it. We could say that it was the nerves, the pressure of singing in front of so many people that got to him… aaaaargh! This makes want to spit. If he battles with nerves, put him in a toilet stall with no door under the Arc de Triomph for training, that should sort him out! He sang like a tone deaf walrus on dope and no, I will not retract that last statement, it’s true!
Another thing they don’t tell you is that the fart of a singer was not organized by the French Rugby Union to humiliate the South Africans. No, we managed to do that all on our own because he hails from Durban, a coastal city in South Africa, organised by the South African Rugby Union. Nice one…again, Peter de Villiers gets it wrong.
It may sound like I am ranting, but it really was such a disappointment…I’m certain it is only a matter of minutes before it hits uTube and then the people who didn’t watch the match can also laugh at us through the internet. I must say I was strongly impressed with the vigor and pride shown when the French National anthem was sung. A middle aged man with silver streaks took to the stage. He was built like a young, more solid (and all respect to the late) Luciano Pavarotti and had the lungs to match. He hit every not like it was a skittle at a bowling alley. He hit them straight on, and once that note had been sung, it knew it and it stayed sung…because it was scared! It was very impressive.
Maybe it wasn’t that great, but after South Africa’s caw – it’s like comparing the fire power of a Nimitz class aircraft carrier to……a cheese puff.
The national anthem, apart from the flag is the most important thing a country has to show in the international arena. Please South Africa, lets interview the palooka before we put him on the in front of millions for all to mock?!?
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Brado, OUT!
