Few weeks ago, we wrote commending the Safa appointment of Shakes
Mashaba as national team coach among other things. In that post, we commended the freshness of the
minds and ideas coming from the Safa House, that people who are a little more
serious about their jobs occupy the offices. We still maintain the fact that they
are a ‘little’ more serious until further notice.
The barometer has been the results of the women junior and
senior teams performing exceptional well, and then the men’s junior teams and
senior teams elevating their performances. Of course, this article is triggered
by the latest qualification by Amajimbos to the African championship after eliminating Egypt following that 2-2 draw in Cairo.
My hometown, by design or by default, carries a bad image
that one morning I defend tooth and nail, and the next I concede. The ‘small town mentality’
has much more to do with accepting mediocrity than being in a small town. Safa House never
accepted the status quo and believed in change of doing business. The national
body’s character had taken a battering from the media and public. Scepticism of
the global changes made by Danny Jordaan never deterred the national agenda to
South Africanise football.
There are many items of great impact that I am not qualified
to comment on, which prove that soon the country will take its rightful place
in the football world. Having travelled the length and breadth of this very
small planet, I sometimes felt ashamed to reveal where I come from. Just as I
sometimes feel embarrassed to confess about my town origins, (and usually when
driving in other provinces, one feels he can be forgiven for bad behaviour,
after-all the number plates show), the landscape has considerably transformed
our football image with the qualification of Amajita and Amajimbos to the African Youth Championships.
Though my town is not a small town anymore, the mentalities do
not show yet. Historical reasons have been given for the lack of desire to
perform, or the increased secretive attitude and ‘pull him down’ syndrome. I
think South Africans in generals are not yet mature to accept their small doses
of success have been fluke. Many of the development programs have been events
without follow up strategies. All people, South Africans or not, have allergic tendencies to new ways of thinking.
At this point, with the little success on the horizon,
resting on our laurels is detrimental. A few years back, my young children were
doing homework and one asked, ‘What are laurels?’ The other’s response
underlined what society had come to accept as fact; ‘Something to rest on’.
After embracing change, taking part in the processes and systems that brought
about that change or participating in the programs that perpetuate that change
seem to elude the best of us.
Many of the football problems still clung onto by the rich
and elite South African football clubs, is the Europeanisation of the African
game. That is subject for another day, but generally, this has only managed to give access to the Europeans to study
and castrate our game. How, you may ask. We are made to play the way they can,
in a way they can manage and handle. That is why Africa has not won the Fifa World Cup yet. Playing football to our strengths gives new problems
for the world to solve.
I am not sure how Dr Jordaan came to the point of diagnosing
the problem and then prescribe the antidote. In any case, if the effect of the
treatment can be felt now, how so over a protracted length of time. One still
has to see if the playing pattern of all the teams that have qualified for
their respective championships follow a certain trend. That fruitful trend
should determine a national playing philosophy of all national teams.
Coming back to my town, just organising people to come together
is an uphill task. Yet there is dissatisfaction in terms of the benefits of
football by those who think they have toiled and hassled hard enough. Few
coaches tried to convince me they had development structures which produced
national stars. Through interrogation, I discovered they found talented players
who stayed in their teams until they moved to the Absa Premier League. It
sounded arrogant pointing out why those players cannot pass or receive the ball
today despite playing in the top league.
Further investigation revealed that the coaches were not
aware of the Solidarity Mechanism or the Development Compensation (another subject for another day), because I
questioned the state of their development teams that should have benefitted from
the transfer of players. Many more will claim that national team players passed
through their hands, yet there is nothing to show for it.
The nation has to hastily work on a pattern of play and all coaches
must embrace, top to bottom. Players participating at all levels of the game
must have worked on the single purpose in both attaching and defending duties. Unless
there is unity of purpose in this regard, the gains and ground covered in these few examples of early success
can be reversed. Few, to the detriment of the game, cannot promote the reluctance
to change and their inability to tolerate and embrace change must never be fanned.
As the nation waits the much talked about Technical Director,
(my guess is that too much thought is being put on the individual who will drive
the agenda of playing football the way we enjoy to play) we have a duty to play football of value. Value in this regard, represents what an ordinary South African purports to be football. That is the only way
to success. Our greatest clubs today are not convincing in their play and their play
should be brought into line with the national agenda. Their development sides
should be made to conform.
How feasible that project can be, will depend on the muscle
of the mother body, so often forced to play second fiddle to their own child,
the National Premier League. At least, with the record straight regarding the
Multichoice Diski Challenge, normalcy reigned and will hopefully continue to.
For now, I keep wondering from which pot Shakes Mashaba,
Molefi Ntseki and the other national team coaches drink. That is a new wave of South African football.