Mandla Balanda tinkled me with his game, like his
brother Clement. They caressed the ball with their feet.
Mandla’s trickery included a backflip over the
defenders’ heads and controlling the ball on the other side, fry his man and
accelerate, wait for the defender and push the ball through his legs before
sending him to the shops.
Clement had opponents showing him their shirt
number, run over the ball and going in one direction and coming back to kind of
polish the leather sphere. He would scoop the ball up and defenders would hold
the ball by hands.
There are no words to describe what they could do. For
Mandla, the misfortune with scoring made his career at Bosso shorter than it
should have been.
Extracted from What Highlanders need right now!, available as an e-book on Amazon.com.)
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