With some delight I read the Zimbabwe Cricket team will be taking off for Bangladesh to compete in the T20 World Cup after pay grievances mediated by ICC CEO Dave Richardson, the cricket board and the players had been resolved. Two facts will make me risk the ire of my employers, I’m sports mad and because Zimbabwe will be on the world stage, by hook or crook I will watch as much of every single match they play, sadly though not with much expectation. Beside what will obviously be my biased view (if we win), our cricket teams continued participation in all forms of the game is essential, considering the problems that carry on dogging Zimbabwean sport.
My eclectic love of sport was nurtured in four bits. It began at Vainona Primary School, where a school sporting calendar roughly involved Athletics during the 1st term (who could forget those colourful inter house events), 2nd term sport included Hockey or Soccer depending on what you chose or enjoyed and the 3rd term calendar included Tennis, Cricket and Swimming. Yeah those inter house swimming galas were as colourful and cheerfully noisy as the athletics. At home, my three much older brothers who though loved and still love Soccer were exceptionally good in their chosen sports in high school which were Athletics, Basketball and Rugby. I used to listen dreamy eyed when they regaled their achievements on the sporting field, some of which I witnessed when as family we did attend to cheer them on.
My late father and my malume (uncle, my mother’s brother) were my third nurturers for my love for sport, albeit they were just limited to Soccer, they were fervent Dynamos and Highlanders supporters respectively. They were also the people to take me to my initial football matches at Rufaro or Barbourfields Stadiums, on most occasions like them I would return home hoarse of voice and exhausted from the shouting, singing and antics of enjoying a football match. Seldom do I forget what a spectacle they were when they argued for their Oliver Kateya’s and Douglas Mloyi’s, but those arguments were set aside when the Zimbabwe Warriors played. I would typically sit with them clinging onto the radio listening to the blaring and excited commentary from Evans Mambara. After the match we would share the sorrow of loss or excitement of a winning together and I would vision it was the same feeling throughout many households in Zimbabwe.
My high school years at Prince Edward only solidified a now competitive edge in not only supporting but also participation in sport i.e. Rugby, Basketball and Track and Field, as a boarder there were some unpleasant memories of course like waking up at ungodly hours to train for Track and Field and Cross Country. That was completely washed out however as on competition days as my family, which would typically be my parents cheering me on in Track and Field events, my brothers and sometimes my sister would then come to Rugby or Basketball matches. My father’s explanation was he did not understand Basketball and thought Rugby was a bit roughhouse for his liking, though I think he would have been there in a flash to all my matches if I played Soccer. In any case when after surprisingly getting selected for Mashonaland Schools Basketball U15 he attended a game or two urging me on at the prospect that I might be selected for Zimbabwe, because for my dad it was always about country, but alas it was a step too far and I never was selected.
The spirit of supporting our national teams in international games always remained a part of my fabric and post high school I attended as many as I could. I can distinctly remember the rocking crowds at Hartsfield in Bulawayo or the Police Grounds in Harare whilst watching the Rugby team led by the likes of Ian Noble, Brandon Dawson, Honeywell Nguruve, Bedford Chimbima and Kennedy Tsimba. Unfortunately our national rugby matches were never broadcasted live to capture these games but as write I recall as a youngster watching Transworld Sport showing the late great Richard Tsimba’s try versus Romania http://aq.be/d98fb7, incidentally Richard and his brother Kennedy are inducted in the Rugby Hall of fame.
The Black family, Wayne, Byron and Cara in tennis are sporting icons by any measure of standards both in their personal careers and in representing Zimbabwe. In a team that also comprised of Genius Chidzikwe and Rashid Hassan, the Zimbabwe Davis Cup victory over Australia in April 1998 stands out as one the biggest upsets in the history of the tournament, watching the highlights whilst they silenced the Aussies was an immeasurable feeling. The 4-1 defeat we handed to the Great Britain team in London in 1997 also stands out, however it was the atmosphere and buzz when we played at the City Sports Centre against teams like Ukraine. The Zimbabwe team also featured in the longest doubles tie break in Davis Cup history when Wayne Black/Kevin Ullyett beat Max Mirnyi / Vladimir Voltchkov as they bid to go onto the World Group stage of the tournament.
One of my brothers and I are always at odds on our favourite matches that Zimbabwe played in Cricket. He believes our three run victory over India at the 1999 World Cup stands out for him, fair enough. I though am conflicted between any of the three One Day Internationals when we whitewashed England 3-0 in their 1996/97 tour of Zimbabwe, Eddo ‘Chicken George’ Brandes barrelled down on the English taking 7 wickets making him easily my best bowler of the series. Zimbabweans will also remember the sometimes flawless displays of the Andy and Grant Flower, unequalled during their pomp. However Hamilton Masakadza’s 119 versus the West Indies to become the youngest player on test debut to score a century, together with Tatenda Taibu standing at 5 ft. 5 and aged 21 in 2004 became the youngest test captain in the history of the game will always have me in awe.
With over 30 medals Kirsty Coventry is the quintessential golden girl of Zimbabwean sport and I admit that I had never watched her compete until the Beijing Olympics. Words cannot describe how high she represented Zimbabwe and the pride in which she wore the Zimbabwean colours, how even her opponents applauded her seemingly effortless performances. Going to Olympic Games after injury is never easy for any athlete however Kirsty swam competitively, later in 2012, she was elected to the IOC Athletes Commission for a term of 8 years.
The Zimbabwe Warriors always invoke bitter sweet memories; their recent displays at CHAN tournament were similar to that of when they qualified for the Africa Cup of Nations in 2004 and 2006, promising but yet falling short. Never has a national team held the country captive with expectation on so many occasions than the Warriors. I have watched so many memorable matches involving them but two always warm my heart, the 4-1 defeat we handed South Africa’s Bafana Bafana in 1992, this match also had my favourite all time Warriors goals scored by Rahman Gumbo and Peter Ndlovu. The other match was nil all draw forced replay in neutral Lyon, France against the Egyptian Pharaohs after a successful appeal by ZIFA against their fans unbecoming, unruly and violent behaviour in the second leg in Cairo http://aq.be/dc1868.
My little nostalgic venture though highlighting my personal experiences (mostly highs) also hoped to invoke similar feelings from other Zimbabweans; similarly there are a large number of other sports and sportsmen/women who have competed proudly under our flag. My nostalgic turn came about how individuals at the helm of our national sporting bodies have been hell bent at destroying them for personal gain and through poor leadership skills and management.
Even before Asiagate, ZIFA had been dogged by one controversy after another, but by any measure of declining standards you only have to see how in 1993 the Zimbabwe Warriors were ranked at 46th in the world and a steady decline since then, with our lowest rank recorded in 2010 at 118th though we are currently ranked 100th in the world. Warriors coach Ian Gorowa who in my opinion has done well so far is not pleased with ZIFA Chief Executive Mashingaidze who he says he is lying that he has been offered a contract.
The fraud allegations at Zimbabwe Cricket likewise are equally disturbing, millions of dollars funnelled through to a Bank associated to former Managing Director of Zimbabwe Cricket Ozias Bvute, yet no-one is taking responsibility. The domestic league kicked off months late and team players on strike for wages is not only disappointing but frustrating when administers of the game appear nonchalant about the whole catastrophe. Rugby also took a nasty turn last week when Losson Mtongwizo accused the Zimbabwe Rugby Union of racism; the board issued a statement immediately contradicting Mtongwizo who then quit as team manager.
I am not privy to the powers held by the Sports and Recreation Commission, world sports governing bodies however hold dim views when governments interfere in the sports bodies. I do not think if effort by Minister Langa to clean up sports bodies and administration he would be reproached by the world bodies. We need new faces, new thinking and accountable governance in our sport, we perennially lose proved achievers, in football the likes of Charles Mhlauri who is now coaching and administering outside of Zimbabwe, Andy Flower has been proven with England. There are many other Zimbabweans who are qualified and up top the task, it is also time to say to the likes of Peter Chingoka thank you, but it is time to move on.
On that note, Zimbabwe good luck at the T20 World Cup, I will be watching with whatever device or medium I can get my hands on and cheering.