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Dear Springboks…from a South African Abroad

It’s been almost 72 hours since you realised your loss against Japan. I’m sure you’ve seen all the jokes, all the memes, all the abandonment threats and all of the harsh words. You may think that you have disappointed or embarrassed a nation. You are well aware that the South African nation is a nation that […]

23-09-15 08:03

It’s been almost 72 hours since you realised your loss against Japan. I’m sure you’ve seen all the jokes, all the memes, all the abandonment threats and all of the harsh words.

South African Springbok supporters abroad
Margie de Jager, expat Springbok support and author of this article, with her dog…named Sushi

You may think that you have disappointed or embarrassed a nation. You are well aware that the South African nation is a nation that doesn’t take rugby lightly. We take it as seriously as if it were a religion. But I want to tell you what rugby means to me:

As an ex-pat, rugby has always been a way for me to connect with home. Because of the time change here in Canada, most games fall on Saturday mornings. Like clock work, my dad and brothers and I wake up, put on our Green and Gold jerseys and with tired eyes, turn on the TV and watch the Springboks with pride as they play their opponents.
Margie de Jager

Our jerseys are all from different years. My favourite jersey is a long sleeve jersey, with the LION Lager sponsorship logo on it that was my older brother’s, then my little brother’s, and now mine.

My dad wears a springbok jersey that was brought over to Canada by our Ouma, flown half way around the world to be worn on these very mornings. The jersey worn by my older brother fits like a glove and he looks as if he could run onto the field with you and fit right in.

My younger brother who use to live in my dad’s old oversized white Springbok jersey, has now grown into his very own Rugby World Cup 2007 Champions Jersey.

Mom tries her best and always bring out the South African flags, some stashed away biltong and preps for our Braai.

My French poodle – ironically named Sushi – wears her number 14 (HABANA!!) Springbok sweater and curls up with dad. And even as my brothers and I have grown up and moved to other cities, the group of us still relay commentary via text messages and phone calls.

South African Springbok supporters abroad

We stand up with the anthem and although the boys are too shy to sing out loud because we only have the baileys in our coffee to give our singing voices confidence, I sing along proudly.

We laugh at the Hakka or make note of the passion in the Argentinians who are singing their national anthem. We watch rugby for more than just the wins.

I love to hear the “1, 2, 3” in Afrikaans as you scrum and I love to hear the subtle “fok” that is whispered when you know you just committed an unforced error. When Eben, just like Bakkies used to do, puts the other team in their place if they mistakenly stepped out of line. The way Habana can take a tackle, get knocked out, stand up, not know his own name, but continue to play to the best of his abilities.

When Willie does his little stutter step before he takes off on an amazing run. When the crowd yells “BEEEAASSSTTTT” when Tendai acts as a brick wall against the opposing team.

We notice the steady hands and the hungry hearts of the young players like Lood, Trevor, Jesse, Damian, Schalk Brits and Pieter-Steph; you boys show no fear and it does not go unnoticed.

Victor, Jean, Fourie, and Ruan we thank you for bringing experience and your level-headedness to the field, you are the men that keep this team grounded.

The authenticity you can see in players like Siya and Adriaan, who would do anything for their team, even if it means sacrificing their own bodies for the cause.

The intensity you can feel when Morne or Lambie goes to kick, their focus is unbreakable and their breath is steady. The excitement that we feel when Handre hits the field, and not only gets every conversation, but also gets his own tries.

The undeniable work effort put forward by Schalk Burger, who is on his fourth world cup and shows no signs of stopping. Francois Louw’s consistency is essential and Zane’s perspective from further back is enough to keep the team together.

The speed that comes from JP and Jannie amazes me every time. The agility that is produced by Bismark and Lwazi is enough to get the teams momentum going. Our rocks that are Duane, Coenie, Willem, Frans and Rudy are the foundation on which we can build our championship.

And to our coach Meyer, who may be under the most scrutiny right now, all I feel like I need to say is: you know what to do. Your players believe in you and despite the way some of your supporters might be acting right now, your country believes in you.

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There is no doubt in my mind that you know this particular group of men better than anyone and that you know what it will take to draw out the champions in all of them.

I watch rugby to see the players jump on each other after a legendary try. For the moments when the opposing team offers a hand up to another player that is picking himself off the ground. I love that the players go into the “Sin Bin” during penalties but serve their time and after 10 minutes, all is forgiven.

I might be of the minority that just loves a rolling maul. I don’t believe it to be a garbage try, but rather a whole team, pushing with their sheer strength against another team to get the points. Every player putting in every last bit of push that they can muster, to simple overpower the other team.

I love that players are held accountable for high tackles and dirty play because rugby is a game played by gentlemen who believe in honor and discipline.

Rugby is in my blood and I will be forever thankful that I get to share it with my family and friends.

A huge thank you needs to go out to my brothers and dad who have had to explain all the rules for me, sometimes over and over again.

For my best friend Mignon le Roux who watches the games with me when my family isn’t around and who will go outside to throw the rugby ball with me, even though we had to YouTube exactly how to throw the ball in the first place. Girl, we are the original Le Roux and De Jager.

And to my sister-in-law Jane, who has jumped into the game of Rugby with everything she has, even including the game of rugby in her wedding vows. In this case, rugby runs thicker than blood.

What I’m trying to say is that to me, rugby and the Springboks mean much more than just winning.

I live for the small moments. Of course Saturday’s loss against Japan was devastating and initially I didn’t know what to do or what to say.

Margie de JagerI went on social media and the South African sense of humour [with Boks vs Japan jokes] was alive and well after the game. For anyone that doesn’t know; inappropriate immediate humor is how we South Africans deal with our problems. It saddened me to see fellow South Africans talking about embarrassment or putting “For Sale” signs on their jerseys.

But I was over joyed when I heard that South African fans were shaking hands and congratulating the Japanese fans after the game. I love that I can say “Well done Japan” and feel pride that Japan won not because of the ref, or bad luck, but simply because I know that we did not play like I know we can. I know we can do better and I know we will do better.

I am proud that as Springbok Supporters, we can show respect to Japan, because we ourselves hold our own team to such a high standard.

Others may think I’m too optimistic or that my opinions of each player are incorrect, and I encourage them to do so. I am not claiming to be an expert, just an ex-pat girl doing what she can to show support.

I hope that this letter finds the Springbok Team but even if it doesn’t I hope that it can give other South African Supporters the permission to remember all the other reasons why we love this sport so much.

In 10 days I will get on a plane to watch South Africa take on the USA in London. Although I’ve watched countless games on the TV,  this will be my first live Springbok game!

My family and I are flying to the UK from all over Canada to be together and support our team. Needless to say I am beyond excited to see our men play the sport that we all love and be surrounded by people who share the same enthusiasm about the sport that I do.

The Springboks are and will forever be my team. Through thick and thin, wins and losses, world cups and friendlies. Because this team and this sport go WAY beyond losing one game. It means so much more…

South African Springbok supporters abroad

And just to show you how much we all love the Boks, even this french poodle named Sushi, here is what happened when I tried to take off her jersey after we took these pictures:

Read Margie de Jager’s original post on her blog.

ABOUT MARGIE DE JAGER

I was born in Pretoria, South Africa. I moved to Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada in 1997 with my family at the age of 4. I recently graduated from the University of Saskatchewan with a Psychology degree and I am now working in Investment Banking in Saskatoon. Writing and photography are my big passions. I come back to South Africa often to visit my family in Pretoria, Paarl, Nelspruit and Namibia. I am clearly a huge rugby fan and I can’t wait to go to the World Cup in just under 2 weeks! I have never actually played rugby myself, but I think I’d be good at it. I feel the most at home when I’m back in South Africa but I am also a very proud Canadian and don’t take my dual citizenship for granted. Visit www.MargieDeJager.com