Golden Arrows 1 Orlando Pirates 3
What’s he talking about? This guy has gone mad! He’s overdosed on prime Argentine beef, yerba mate and dulce de leche. Surely he means Banfield 2 Argentinos Juniors 2?
Bizarrely, I find myself in Durban, South Africa, where I’m working on the big United Nations sponsored climate change conference. And it’s big, really big. The future of our planet depends to a large extent on what is, or is not agreed at this huge talking shop.
Politicians from more than 190 nations, pressure groups — from those who believe veganism will save the world to those who believe our future rests on greater production of rattan furniture – a Hindu priest who spent twenty years living in a cave, more scientists than you could shake a test tube at and girl guides…yes, girl guides!…are in Durban to discuss our future. Then we await the arrival of certain notables like Leonardo di Caprio, Angelina Jolie, Richard Branson and Arnold Schwarzenegger. If they can’t sort out the many and complex issues that need resolving before the world can agree on and then implement binding solutions, then nobody can. Can I suggest that you start hoarding goodies in your underground bunker in Patagonia right now.
But that’s just the future of our planet. If you land in Durban and the Golden Arrows are playing the Orlando Pirates at the Moses Mabhida stadium in the semi finals of the cup, then that’s where you go. Obviously!
Never mind that you’ve just flown the nine hours from Buenos Aires to Johannesburg then on to Durban with a five hour time difference. You check into your hotel and then you pay your 50 rand for a seat in a fine stadium, used during the 2010 World Cup.
The football was great in patches with some lovely slick passing moves from both sides. At other times in was technically poor, with abstract passing and geometrically confused control. Former West Ham space filler, Benni McCarthy, now pulls an Orlando Pirates jersey tightly over a growing belly.
I thought I was sat in the away end, among the Pirates fans, until the Arrows scored in the first half and sporadically positioned locals leapt out of their seats. There was no attempt to segregate the fans, there was no need. There was no aggression or rancour. Segregation is perhaps a dirty concept in post apartheid South Africa. There were no fences and yet beer was being swilled in vast quantities from plastic cups as the fans sat in their seats in this architecturally divine stadium.
I shouldn’t be surprised. But if you watch your football, as I do in Argentina, caged behind barbed wire topped fences, kept behind for half an hour after the game to allow the away fans home first to they don’t get torn limb from limb, then this is a surprise and a very pleasant one.
Many fans danced throughout the match. The Pirates fans sported workman’s hard hats, cut and carved to produce intricate pop-out designs on the front. One had a football boot moulded onto it.
Orlando Pirates were the better team and soon got the equalizer they deserved. They went two up in the second half and topped it off with a penalty. Despite being the away side, based in Johannesburg, their support is drawn predominantly from the Zulu community which occupies the east of South Africa.
Football is a game supported mostly by South Africa’s black population while rugby is a mostly white-supported game. But that wasn’t an issue here. It was simply fun. Fun football with relaxed fans mingling freely with one another, white, black, Indian, families, men and women.
C’mon Orlando Pirates. Up the Bucs!











