Thousands pitched dressed in black, geared for another great loss. I was surprised when hundreds welcomed the All Blacks team on arrival in Cape Town. And more surprised by the few hundreds that dressed up in black on Saturday, supporting, as South Africans, the All Blacks. Nothing wrong with that, but my blood is green, very green, and I back my country, against all odds.
On a flight back from Johannesburg to Cape Town on Friday, I sat between two fine business leaders, both joking about the upcoming rugby match. Joking about how “South Africa is falling apart”. Now, if you haven’t seen me fighting fiercely for my country and my people, take note. I do. Everywhere and anywhere.
I watched the expressions on the faces of white, black, coloured, national and global supporters when singing the national anthem. Tears were flowing. I don’t see colour - I only see, and feel, energy. People are energy. We create or destroy. One of the realities of being human. Since day one.
From when the referee’s whistle announced the start of a match between two countries fighting for possession and control of the ball, the energy of Newlands changed. Fifteen men dressed in green united a country, again.