The final day of the 1998 Nedbank Golf Challenge was the most dramatic ending to Africa’s Major yet. Tiger Woods, playing the tournament for his first and only time, and Nicky Price, the de facto mayor of Sun City, took the tournament into a play-off on the Sunday.
The format was simple enough. Go back to the 16th hole and play sudden death. If they were tied after the 16th, then they’d play the 17th, and, then, if need be, the 18th. And, then, if the need remained, go back to the 16th and try again. Thus followed some of the best up-and-down golf you are likely to see, a tussle that went from the 16th, to the 17th and on to the 18th.
The news that Ryan Giggs was the star signing for SuperSport’s World Cup team made the Times of London on Wednesday. “Giggs poised for World Cup pundit role,” read the headline, but the story, a brief one, was more concerned with politics at Manchester United.
“Ryan Giggs may be asked to assess Louis van Gaal’s performance as Holland coach when serving as a World Cup analyst on a South African cable TV channel next month,” wrote the Times. “SuperSport, says Giggs – who retired from playing after being appointed United’s assistant manager on Monday – will be its star studio pundit in Brazil.”
After the sweat had cooled on the brow, after the bruises had begun to turn black and after the filthy taste of defeat had been washed off his tongue, Tom Youngs, the England hooker, found the time and grace to produce an act of sportsmanship that transcended all of the madness of a frantic weekend.
Youngs, playing for Leicester in the Aviva Championship semi-final against Northampton on Friday, copped a left hook flush on the jaw from former Australian prop Salesi Ma’afu in the 56th minute. The latter was red-carded, and, no doubt, sighed the deepest of sighs of relief that his team eventually won 21-20. The picture of the hook was perfectly timed, catching Youngs’ face as it was distorted by the punch, the right side of it grotesque, like a slo-mo from Raging Bull or Rocky.
Despite the confusion created by the man who purports to lead South African sport and his, and his staff’s, use of slurs and slander, and the mis-use of transformation as a weapon, this week offered up some respite from the nonsense with the wonderful news of a development story that has borne fruit.
William Mokgopo, the young man from Diepsloot, sig-ned for the Kargo Pro Mounta-in Bike Team, South Africa’s only UCI-registered cross country squad. It is another step in the career of this young man, who has been nurtured by the Diepsloot Mountain Bike Academy from a beginner cyclist into a professional bicycle rider. Mokgopo, long of limb and skinny of frame, has a shy, wide and never-ending smile. This week the smile was given another reason not to end.
On the second-last day of the 2008 Tour de France, Valerio Tebaldi, the Italian who had won two stages of the Tour in the late ‘80s, told me to shout at John Lee Augustyn.
The young South African was about three metres in front of us as we cruised in the Team Barloworld car, crouched on his Bianchi, head down, elbows bent, forearms flat on his bars as he spun along the 53km for the final individual time trial from Cérilly to Saint Amand Montrond.