Let’s face it as South African’s there are a few things we take pride in; braaing; our ability to pull things out the fire at the last second (braai meat and big events) and our rampant criminal/political community.
Another thing you can add to that list which is perhaps the embodiment of all three is Rugby. We know rugby; at least we all think we do. One only has to watch a game in a local pub to realise every patron is a coach, referee, former Springbok hopeful or the co-creator of the game itself.
The prevalence and availability of coaches, players and referees seems to increase exponentially when we find ourselves in a position such as we find ourselves at present: Losing (games and seemingly, the plot too). All of a sudden everyone has selection advice for the coaches, tackling techniques for the players and sexual instructions for the referees.
I sit in awe watching overweight, sweaty old men whose greatest achievements appear to be the most incredible beer gut, give advice to virile, strapping, professional athletes on how to tackle other such professional athletes, when they can barely find the skill and agility to keep propped up on their bar stools.
But of course you’re not reading this to hear about the problem and being a true South African I have a answer for everything. The answer? Conscription. It’s that simple. Since we have such a wealth of players, coaches and referees who all think they can do better than those on the field. Give them the chance.
It could be run like the American jury system, whereby every South African could at any point receive a notice in the mail notifying them that they have been selected for Rugby Duty. You wouldn’t know when or where or even what position you’ll be playing until you receive the notification in the mail.
“This document serves as notice that you are to represent your national team “The Springboks”, this weekend against The New Zealand All Blacks.”
“You have been selected for the position of LOCK”
“It is recommended that you attend the training camp this week (to have any hope of survival)”
Let’s see all those “Springbok hopefuls” rough it out in the scrum; try tackle some 120kg behemoth or kick goals from 50m. This will not only solve the problem of people shooting their mouths off at referees, coaches and players, but really show the depth of talent of South African rugby that we keep hearing about. Furthermore, it will actually mean that the old drunk in the corner’s story about playing for the Boks could actually become true (although pretty much everyone in the bar would have a similar story)
The best part about all this is we will still have better selection criteria in place than during the Rudolph Strauli administration.