More Than Just a Game Page #5

Fourie...

ln wo weeks...

...hree...

hey'll be exhaused...

...and his whole hing will be forgoen.

And insis ha we keep conrol of i.

We are giving i o hem, undersand?

They're no aking i from us...

ha's how i works.

Do Capain's answer is...?

Yes Fourie...

...my answer is yes.

Le hem build heir field and le hem play.

It was amazing.

In 1967, four years after arriving

on Robben IsIand,

we began to pIay soccer

on a smaII, makeshift fieId,

just outside our communaI ceIIs.

Everybody waned o play fooball.

He ook he line, come on Lizo.

As a person who came from

he Easern Cape, i was foreign o me,

because l played rugby and cricke.

And when his soccer

was inroduced on he island,

hose who inroduced i

were willing o each us.

Righ, ke madoda, here we go,

i's on he ches, i goes down.

-Conrol i and kick.

-For sure.

Good. Tony.

All righ, all righ, gens, Alfred, you ready?

Anthony Suze was one of

those soccer fanatics.

He Ioved soccer, he was a hard kicker

and we even nicknamed him...

Which means, ''Move, l'm going o kick!''

Here we go. There! Almos here!

Nice ry, Alfred, nice ry.

-Marcus, you ready?

-For sure.

All righ, le's do his.

Okay, we'll work on ha.

We'll have o work on ha.

-We'll have o work on ha. Lizo?

-Dharp.

-All righ.

-Okay. Le's go.

Hey, i's rugby, Tony.

Hey, gens, l hink we found our goalkeeper.

-Hey!

-Goalkeeper!

There was selflessness in he eaching,

of course,

but it was not aIways about being seIfIess.

Those guys that I taught about soccer,

I taught because I wanted the best pIayers

on my team.

I wanted to win.

Lizo, here.

-Dorry. Dorry.

-Pro.

Alfred, Alfred!

-Come guys, le's keep i moving.

-Uneachable!

l couldn' believe i.

You know Dedick is a scienis?

And l asked him, l said,

''You, a physicis, you know all abou

''forces and veIocity and stuff Iike that.

And so why can't you just kick that baII?''

This is...no, no, no, Gick...Pro, he ball.

Lisen o me

l wan you o go and sand over here.

-Over here, okay.

-Lizo.

Okay. Lizo...

Now Lizo, he was different,

even though he was a rugby pIayer.

Okay, now when Lizo passes me he ball,

you are going o run.

Firs ouch you ge on he ball,

you srike i ino he ne.

No, l don' hink l can do ha, hey.

Gick, don' hink. Jus lisen o me.

Firs srike you ge on he ball,

you hi i ino he ne. Okay?

Head down, weigh going forward,

-kick under he ball.

-Ready?

Dorry, sorry, sorry. Dorry.

-l'll ry i again. Okay, okay.

-Yeah.

-l'll ry i again.

-Eye on he ball.

Eye on he ball. Okay, ready, ready.

Jus give he ohers a chance raher, man,

l'll jus si over here.

No, no, no, no,

you're doing very nicely here.

Lizo, don' lie o he man.

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