More Than Just a Game Page #3

slae quarry in prison.

If they intended to break us in that way,

they achieved quite the opposite

because different peopIe with different ideas

cross-poIIinated ideas and thinkings.

And when I Iook back at it,

peopIe became much more stronger

in their convictions and persuasions

than they wouId otherwise have been.

Dep forward hose men who

have a driver's licence.

Come now, men!

Lovely, lovely, come here.

There are your cars...your speed machines.

And now?

You've go licences, don' you?

You're qualified.

Grive!

I remember one of the warders, he said,

here in he quarry

we are going o be worked o deah.

We are going o be desroyed.

He had a slogan for he quarry,

he said, ''Daar maak jy groot kIippe kIein

en kIein kIippe fyn''.

''There you wiII make big stones smaII

and smaII stones tiny. ''

l was very hard in he quarry,

breaking he slae, you know.

When we remember the quarry,

we see it as a pIace that unified us

as prisoners

and it aIso contributed in

unifying us as sportsmen.

Robben IsIand is remembered as

some kind of university.

And he sone quarry, we remember i

as a main audiorium of ha universiy.

It was a decision we made that there

we are not going to aIIow

our vision of ourseIves to be bIurred

by the vision the Prison Department

and the authorities had of us.

And ha made us demand, no concessions,

bu privileges in erms of heir own,

very own regulaions.

Mass murder everybody.

We could no jus spend

one idle momen behind he cells

so we ended up organising games.

Which we played ou of he sigh of warders.

Chess and cards,

which we made out of cardboards,

or draughts, which was made out of

pieces of soap or even wood.

And of course there was Iudo.

We'd draw the Iudo board on a bIanket

with a piece of soap,

which was jus as well.

Wha is his noise?

Go you hink his is a holiday resor?

Ge up, ge up, wha have you go here?

Wha do you have? Dhow me! Where is i?

Why are you geing up?

Wha is his?

Why is here a chess board here?

No more games!

Le his be a lesson.

No more games!

And keep quie!

And we enjoyed those games,

but this was not enough.

We needed somehing more physical.

Hey! Dhu up!

And suddenly, soccer was a passion.

It was aII we couId think about.

It was aII we wanted to do.

We made soccer baIIs with anything.

Pieces of rag, paper, anything.

For us youngsters, it became a crusade.

Now we would organise our guys

o go in delegaions,

we would go o he senior warder.

We requested our request for soccer

to be considered seriousIy.

And?

We reques he righ o play fooball

on weekends.

Dpor is no a righ.

l's a privilege.

Ou.

We reques he righ o play fooball

on weekends.

No!

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