Alfred, welcome back, brother! Whoever didn’t read your stories last week, from the time you spent at Tshakhuma Tsha Madzivhandila, really missed out as they were just world-class! Any more where that came from for us?
Ha, ha, ha. Yes, of course! There was a time when we were training at a school. A lot of us were coming from different teams like (Orlando) Pirates and (Bidvest) Wits. So, when we got to the training field in Venda… yho, yho, yho! The fact that we could not train with white socks tells you a story, ha, ha, ha. There was nothing we could do because that was our training ground. Let me tell you how bad it was… It was like training in sand, so imagine when it rains, it’s muddy. But we ended up getting used to it. And the funny thing is that at Tshakhuma, we used to wash our own kit. Your socks and everything, you had to wash it yourself. You know how football guys are. You get tired and then you forget to wash your kit, and then there is a smell, and you have dirty socks, ha, ha, ha.
Eish, that’s crazy.
