SA’s Kolpak players: What happens next?
With the Brexit transition period set to end in December, the future of South Africans playing in England is unclear, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
With the Brexit transition period set to end in December, the future of South Africans playing in England is unclear, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
In the bosom of the great Unity Stand at the Wanderers there is a long line of glass encasements honouring triumphs of the past, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
Vernon Philander left the field in almost complete anonymity. At least to those of us sitting in the yawning Unity Stand at the Corlette Drive end of the Wanderers on Sunday afternoon, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
What must have Anrich Nortje been thinking when he walked out to the middle of the Wanderers at 6:06pm carrying his bat in the fading Johannesburg light? DANIEL GALLAN has more.
So that’s what fight looks like. The word has been used so liberally by the South Africans throughout this series that it seemed they had forgotten what it meant, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
Quinton de Kock’s first media conference since being appointed captain of the 50-over team went according to script – if anyone could write one for this swashbuckling prodigy who would rather be fishing, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
Faf du Plessis has worn many faces over his long Proteas career. We saw the stern look of resistance when he batted for an eternity to save Tests in Australia and against India, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
This is what a medieval siege must have felt like. The enemy have your stone-walled town surrounded. Citizens have already resorted to eating rats. Disease and lethargy and boredom and fear have swirled to concoct a noxious potion. Hope has faded. The bells toll, writes DANIEL GALLAN.
The ancient Greeks believed that the battlefield was ruled by two mischievous gods: Phobos and Deimos. These deities would stalk among the tight ranks of soldiers and whisper tales of terror.
After his side’s 189-run defeat in Cape Town, Proteas captain Faf du Plessis praised the fighting spirit of his doomed men.
When Quinton de Kock called for his helmet and made his way towards the stumps at St George’s Park, the Test match was seven overs old. This was a portent for a day of attrition, writes DANIEL GALLAN in Port Elizabeth.
Everyone with an opinion on cricket, from the beer-guzzling punter to the meticulous, data-obsessed coach, will tell you that the leap from domestic to international ranks is a gargantuan one, writes DANIEL GALLAN.