In
my entire lifespan as an interested observer of South African Football, I’m yet
to view Steve Komphela, he of “My Lord” fame, as anything other than a
philosopher.
I
may not know what takes place behind the scenes, but my observation is guided
by his media utterances and on the field results, or lack thereof. I would like
Komphela’s elegant use of the Queen’s language to an attractive woman wearing a
mini-skirt.
Obviously,
when one looks at a woman in a mini-skirt, one goes wild with fantasy
imagination and great expectations, such is the beauty of a mini-skirt; such is
the beauty of Komphela's English. However, the reality is that, what lies below
Komphela’s use of English is less tantalising than what lies beneath a
mini-skirt.
My
Lord, Komphela is a proven failure of note. He master-minded the failure of a
very talented under-23 team when he dismally failed to reach the Olympics. He
contributed immensely as a coach when Manning Rangers landslided to its demise.
He almost sent the financially stable Dikwena to the bankrupt and corrupt
pitches of NFD. He, at some point was an assistant at a Chiefs team that was
just adding numbers to our league.
Some
will point to his presumed success at Free State Stars, but il point to lack of
evidence of this “success’’. Free State Stars has always been a team that
finishes well in the top half of the log; it’s not a new trend from Komphela.
In
Fact, under Kinnah Phiri, Ella Koto finished in positions that were as high as
4th, a position that is yet to be surpassed by this overrated philosopher. Furthermore,
with all their continuous success, FSS has always had the services of a one
Themba “mnyamane” Sithole. His contribution is ignored due to his lack of
personality and character, and that’s where the lingual Komphela has
capitalised.
Some
might be saying I’m already writing Komphela’s obituary as an interim coach of
Bafana Bafana, the truth is, I am. These facts remain, irrespective of the
performance against Tshosane’s ill-disciplined team.
By Sidwell 'Feesh'
Francis
