An open letter to Patrice Motsepe
It is with a heavy heart that I pen this open letter to you.
Over the past 25 years, I have loyally supported Mamelodi Sundowns.
Throughout the years, Sundowns have provided immense and immeasurable return on my (spiritual) investment.
Former coach Stanley Tshabalala’s “shoe-shine and piano” days were the most glorious ones, with the likes of midfield maestros Roger “The General” Feutmba, Zane Moosa, Ernest Chirwali and perennial goal poachers Raphael Chukwu and Daniel “Mambush” Mudau instilling fear and envy in the hearts of the opposition.
I cannot claim to know you very well, but one positive public demeanour you seem to share with US President Barack Obama is that you are also
I do imagine, however, that beneath that calm veneer you are as equally, if not more, concerned about the deterioration in the team’s performance as I am. You have invested a lot of money in the team.
Patrice, I worry that mediocrity seems to have lately codified itself in the DNA of “Bafana ba Style”.
Coach Johan Neeskens recently offered an excuse regarding poor performance, thus the players were too cautious to play and win as they did not want to lose again.
What a load of tripe!
It is our recent humiliating home 3-1 loss to Orlando Pirates that was too heavy to swallow.
For me the pain and humiliation was so deep that I still wonder whether I exercised good judgement by taking my eight-year-old boy to Loftus stadium on that fateful night – mind you, his first visit to a stadium.
Alas! My son now believes Pretoria is further than Durban as the trip back to Jozi seemed to take forever that night.
I am writing to you as a fellow father with young kids who look up to their dad or uncles and, often blindly, trust and follow their sporting proclivities.
Sadly, my credibility in this department is in tatters.
My siblings and friends are already piling pressure on my son to cross the floor and join our arch rivals, Orlando Pirates or Kaizer Chiefs.
Lately, even my nephew has offered my son a Pirates kids’ team kit as an incentive to abandon Sundowns.
It is the glory days of the past and the hope that things will improve that sustain me. Sadly, my son has no memory or history to sustain him.
What he witnesses are professional players who cannot do the basics right: pass the ball accurately, defend meaningfully and score goals.
Patrice, only you can put a shine on our hearts by first firing the coach, the majority of management and all those big-headed “superstars”.
This should then be followed by instilling a sense of purpose, passion and desire to succeed by all.I am afraid that my acute frustration and pain of witnessing my favourite soccer team flirt with the possibility of doing a Jomo Cosmos (paying courtesy visits every other year to the National First Division) may prompt my doctor to increase the dosage on my statin medication next time I visit.
In the meantime, I remain, Forever Ka bo Yellow!