Well, it was a close one between the two favourites last weekend. One thing about us Stormers supporters is that we can take a loss on the chin, even if the TV ref was hopelessly biased in not awarding Jean de Villiers that try. Such cheats!
But the purist will have noticed that the notoriously slow starting Stormers now have the cup firmly in sight.
Not so the Sharks, who I thought bumbled along a bit. Incidentally, I discovered recently that the word Natal (according to the dictionary) means ‘pertaining to the buttocks’! How apt.
One thing about the buttock-pertainers is that they do not really support their team because the stadium looked half empty on Saturday. The bums in charge have slyly painted the chairs grey to disguise the empty seats.
Unfortunately the brains department of the Bulls will need more than painted seats to disguise the huge lack of faith in their team. The ground was virtually empty. The Bulls have the pulling power of Jacob Zuma, it seems, and their bean-counters must be desperate for the Stormers to arrive in Newlands-Versveld and full the ground for them.
I am not exaggerating when I declare that the Stormers are probably bank-rolling every other province in the country because they pack them in, week after week. The country can’t get enough of this marvellous team.
Not that I watched the Bulls game. I have no time to waste (unless I am writing a rugby article) – but I did watch the highlights- all 39 seconds of them.
And the Cheetahs?
Disgustingly, atrociously, nauseatingly, banally, appallingly and 13 other adjectives-ly, out of place in the Super 15. Relegate them now.