Saturday, March 13, 2010

Tony O'Reilley has this to say...

As appeared in The Cape Argus... Thought the Irish rugga followers might find it interesting. He had good things to say re SA, which was nice.


‘Lions tour in 1955 changed my life’

Winger O’Reilly still enthused about South African milieu after 55-year love affair

By ZELIM NEL

“South Africa was, and remains, the great experience of my life,” Sir Anthony O’Reilly told the Cape Argus in an exclusive interview yesterday afternoon, marking the beginning of a business-and-pleasure visit to the city.

Arguably Ireland’s most successful businessman, O’Reilly – the former CEO of Independent News and Media, which owns the Cape Argus – was last year inducted into the IRB Hall of Fame and is renowned for his contribution on the rugby field as a strapping right wing.

After a handful of senior appearances for his club, the six-foot-two-inch teenager made his debut against France in 1955, and it took just four Tests for the 18-year old to convince selectors that he deserved a place on the first British & Irish Lions tour to South Africa since World War II.
“To me it was the sights and sounds, training in your bare feet with the sun on your back, which was overwhelming because it was the first country that I had gone to – I’d never even been to France.

“We flew out to Rome, then Cairo, Khartoum to Nairobi, Nairobi to Salisbury, Salisbury to Johannesburg, so it was really an epic sort of voyage to get here. But it was a voyage of discovery for me, I fell in love with the sights and sounds and the music of Miriam Makeba.
“It changed my life and I was never the same afterwards, I never had such an insular view of your country thereafter. We thought that everything which related to the British Isles was very important, but out here it wasn’t.”

The 1955 Lions arrived in Cape Town in July to face Western Province on the back of countrywide victories against Griquas, Transvaal Universities, the Orange Free State and South West Africa, but it wasn’t until they returned for the second Test at the end of August that O’Reilly finally came to see the city’s most famous landmark.

“We stayed at the Arthur Seat Hotel for quite a period and played the universities and Western Province,” he said. “But it wasn’t until the second Test that the mountain eventually took its clothes off and we saw this beautiful city.”

O’Reilly’s Lions drew the series 2-2, but an infamous last-minute kick at goal from Springbok fullback Jack van der Schyff made the first Test the most memorable of the tour.
“We went up 23-11 (in the second half), and it was three points a try in those days so we scored a few tries to get there.

“In the last minute of the game, Jack van der Schyff had the famous kick. It was quite an easy one and he was a very good kicker, but he just pushed it left.
“I remember (Lions legend) Cliff Morgan turned to me and said, ‘God, I’m glad I’ve been to church this morning!’”

The home team had a psychological edge over their northern rivals after a successful tour of Europe had seen the class-of-1951 Springboks dubbed ‘The Invincibles’.

“Led by Stephen Fry and Basil Kenyon, they had a team full of really good players. I remember seeing them play against Glasgow and thinking ‘Where do you get guys like this?’
“They all had very tanned legs, green jerseys and gold collars; they were big and beefy, while our guys were tubercular and underfed.”

The look of a distinguished businessman belies a sporting hero who remains a rugby man at heart. O’Reilly won 29 caps for Ireland and his career tally of 32 tries in 28 tour matches – including his second tour with the 1959 Lions to New Zealand – is a team record that will likely never be surpassed.

It is obvious that he has strong emotional ties to both the Lions and the game but, unlike some heroes of yester-year, O’Reilly is an avid fan of the modern game… for the most part.
“I could easily say the game isn’t what it was in my time, but that’s a load of crap because no game is ever what it was in your time.

“Take last week’s Test between Wales and France. The Breyton Paulse type of side-step is dead – now you see head down and arse-up runners going full force at the line, like Habana, a terrific speedster.

“But the fact is that (Wales winger) Shane Williams scored a try last Friday night against France and I swear he made seven side-steps – he stepped the touch judge! Incredible stuff and that’s sublime, just beautiful to watch!

“Generally speaking, the game has become better to watch, but I hate this aerial ping-pong and there is a danger that the game will become too high-scoring with the new law interpretations.”
“There’s a great deal about rugby football that is very appealing and very manly. I think that, because the sexes are a lot more vocal about what they like and dislike today than the days when they were more demure about such things, women like rugby.

“They like the clash of men at high speed banging into each other – it just has a prehensile, jungle-like quality about it, and it has a real spectator appeal.”

This philanthropist clearly relishes discussing what takes place between the white lines, but he is equally enthusiastic about rugby’s potential as a catalyst for change in South Africa. “Rugby union is a template for life and a great force for change, because it’s a fairly noble game.
“That 1955 tour just changed everything I was focused on and certainly gave me a great sense of purpose.

“South Africa is an enormously exciting country from every point of view – economics, the racial mix, politics, constitution, flexibility and the capacity of people to accommodate one another.
“I was in tears in 1995 when Nelson Mandela walked out on the field, bringing people together and immediately settling the debate about whether South Africa would keep the Springbok on the green jersey, and accommodation is what he preached – if we don’t have accommodation, we have war.

“I am dedicated to the cause of peace and culture, the sort of thing that we have in this country, and I’m enormously encouraged by the racial mix.

“If you asked what I want to come back as, I want to come back as a South African and the reason is because it’s the most exciting country in the world.”

Friday, March 12, 2010

Clearing out the Heany house

Word came that we had to be out our house - the Heanys had found a tenant for it and not from the end of January as previously envisioned, from the end of December. So we needed to move... and fast. It meant Christmas wasn't really Christmas for us... we were too busy planning and moving and arranging and filing and storing and cleaning, etc.

We had moved tons of stuff already - to my parents' place and to storage. But the really big items - we needed professional help - namely Rory and Ian's moving service. They're so used to moving our stuff now after like four moves already.

So they came round to move the Heany's and our furniture and take it to storage.
Steven was there too, 'in an advisory role' as he liked to say.
In other words, I'll tell you how to carry the heavy stuff while I watch.





Christmas Day 2009 and a tooth!

We begin this little Christmas tale at the Heany house, where we all got prezzies...



Yes, all of us. Cath had even bought the dogs Christmas bones.



Then, after church, we headed to Chapman's Peak for a skottel breakfast of bacon and egg rolls.
The views from Chappies are great - it's a good spot...



Emma was very appreciative of the view...



Seriously Emma, it's like 11am - way too early to start drinking!
I blame the parents.

Well, there was nothing for it to start the cooking...



It's a serious business this cooking.
But Emma can't have bacon and eggs just yet... and she was hungry too. So mom sorted her out with a feed...
In case you didn't notice those Christmas shoes, here's a close-up...








What a cute couple... and Delboy and Emz are cute too.


Lil Emma's prezzie from Uncle Dave... an Emma cup... and a bottle of Champers to knaw on.

Enjoying the rolls...


Oh oh... hungry AGAIN?!?



And another feed for Emma...


And then home... a a bit of aeroplanes in the cars on the way home.



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After all of that, we headed to Janet and Louis' place for Christmas lunch.
Each of us took something along for the meal and again we had a spread.



Not surprisingly, babies dominated everyone's attention.



Dave was struggling to contain his joy at the festivities.


We had a best looking brother and sister combo competition... and it was decided by an impartial judge that Jan and I won (I was the judge).



All Granny wanted was to be with her grandchildren for Christmas.
And she got her wish - lucky fish.



All lil Emma wanted for Christmas was her first front tooth...
And she got her wish too. Seriously, it popped out on Christmas day. No wonder she was a little miss for a while there.

Christmas Eve, and getting in the Christmas spirit


Getting ready for Christmas was left a bit late this year, we blame Emms Jnr.

But we got our tree (on the 23rd nogal) and the Christmas box down and started to set up...



We put this bib and hat on Emma and she was SOOO funny. She hated the hat and tried desperately to get it off, but couldn't.




A bit of tinsel on the neck also had her a bit unsure.




We got the tree.... and decorated it.
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And this was Christmas Eve at Aunty Pam's:


Mmm - Christmas pud.


Aunty Pam and cousin Mary, Aunty Hilary and Cath

And for those in the N Hemisphere wondering what we eat at Christmas...
Mary and Pam always put on a spread for us. Generally there's coronation chicken, gammon and salads, but Mary always cooks up something unheard of by the uncultured Valkenburgs.
It's always awesome though.




Dad was flirting so I tittle-taled to mom.



Mom was tight-lipped about the incident.


I don't have a clue what I'm doing in this photo - probably holding mistletoe above my head to get some good sweet lovin from de ledies.



The MAP / MPP challenge



The annual MPP challenge took on a slightly different complexion this year when Alan tagged along to make it a joint MPP / MAP event.

MPP? MAP? Confused.

Well every year the Pommie Paul H heads back to his country of birth and his buddies take him on a 'bit of a cycle'. The aim of this cycle is simple - to make Paul puke (MPP). Whether it be up to the Constantiaberg mast or, as was the case this year, up the mountain from Rhodes Memorial, the guys set about on horrible terrain.

Views from the ride.

I tagged along and the boys tried hard to make me puke too. It was a close-run thing for a while, but I managed to get my breath back luckily. While there are no photos from the cycle itself (I did take a few of the view but can't put them up yet), we had a bit of brekkie afterwards and the girls and kids joined us for that. Nicole had her camera along and most of these pics are hers....











Christmas was coming up, so I cycled with my Christmas hat.

The World according to Valkenburg

As if Facebook, gmail and hotseminakedswedishblondes.com weren't taking up enough of my time, now I'm writing a blog!

Oh well - it just goes to show - any idiot can write a blog.