Aplon in, Bismarck out
20 Sep 2011
The Springboks have made five changes to their starting line-up to face Namibia at the North Habour Stadium in Auckland on Thursday.
In the back division Bryan Habana and Gio Aplon replace JP Pietersen and Odwa Ndungane on the wings. The latter duo are dropped from the squad completely. Francois Hougaard gets a start at his preferred position of scrumhalf, with Fourie du Preez playing off the wood.
Among the heavies, Willem Alberts starts at openside flank in place of Heinrich Brussow, whose is named among the reserves alongside another specialist fetcher, Francois Louw. CJ van der Linde earns his first start at the tournament at tighthead prop in place of Jannie du Plessis, who’ll watch from the stands.
Chiliboy Ralepelle, omitted from the 22 for the first two Tests, will get game time off the bench, while Ruan Pienaar and Juan de Jongh’s versatility means the back division are well covered.
After the victory over Fiji in Wellington coach Peter de Villiers said that he valued continuity in selection, but on Tuesday explained that he needed to rotate with a view of having a full fit squad.
‘The biggest challenge for us it to manage the players. We’ve had two bruising encounters and we have to be sensible if we want to have 30 players fit throughout the tournament. We’re getting thin in some areas, injuries are our biggest concern at this point,’ he said.
Captain John Smit acknowledged the difficulty of preparing for a match just five days after their victory in Wellington, but stressed complacency wouldn’t be a factor.
‘There are challenges every weekend, but motivation isn’t one of those. It is important for us to be ruthless. There are still a lot of areas we want to improve and if we don’t have the proper focus we won’t get what we want out of this match,’ he said. ‘This is an opportunity to carry on the journey to where we want to be and improve our standards. Having played two games here and a couple before some guys have had enough game to move towards their best form. That needs to continue.
‘In a week like this with as short a turnaround you don’t get that much field time to prepare. So the challenge is achieving perfection in the base areas of our game, the set piece and so on.’
The Springboks are expected to beat Namibia comfortably and should negotiate Samoa’s challenge without too much problems, setting up a quarter-final against Australia. Asked whether he had cast his mind ahead to that epic tussle Smit said: ‘One thing about the World Cup is that at this stage there are so many permutations floating about. If you get wrapped up in what lies ahead you may lose sight of what you want to achieve at present. We have to think a week at a time and not worry about what lies ahead.’
De Villiers was bullish when probed on the issue of Habana’s form, arguing that the former IRB Player of the Year wouldn’t have breaking the South African try-scoring record (he is the joint-highest scorer) as a central focus.
‘I don’t think people understand the ethos of this team. If you can point out one player that puts his personal interests above those of the team’s I’ll send them home immediately. There are personal goals we achieve in life and if Bryan breaks the record it will be a wonderful achievement. But what if he scores and we lose? That ultimately is no good.’
Springboks – 15 Pat Lambie, 14 Gio Aplon, 13 Jaque Fourie, 12 Frans Steyn, 11 Bryan Habana, 10 Morné Steyn, 9 Francois Hougaard, 8 Pierre Spies, 7 Schalk Burger, 6 Willem Alberts, 5 Danie Rossouw, 4 Bakkies Botha, 3 CJ van der Linde, 2 John Smit (c), Gurthro Steenkamp.
Subs: 16 Chiliboy Ralepelle, 17 Tendai Mtawarira, 18 Francois Louw, 19 Heinrich Brüssow, 20 Fourie du Preez, 21 Ruan Pienaar, 22 Juan de Jongh.
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20 Sep 2011, 23:03 pm
@fantasticbarnsmell(fantasticbarnsmell)-344:
btw
and are you not “picking the parts YOU agree with” to promote YOUR own views in a demented and ill-directed attempt to excuse the disgraceful behaviour – again – of your Head Coach ?
20 Sep 2011, 23:04 pm
@Transformation(Transformation)-550: so what was Waterford Kamhlaba like?
20 Sep 2011, 23:05 pm
Sound like HG is tripping somebody give him a cap of A quick before he gets completely blown away..
Little Lord Fauntleroy WS still got some growing to do.. pity they don’t teach them how to grow up at Bumbledown Barrows Barristers School
Forget the Boss there’s only 1 Boss and he ain’t from East Coast he’s from the North Mining Town of Hibbing in the Mid West
20 Sep 2011, 23:06 pm
tell them Panty…we love the haka in SA it shows kiwi ‘gees’ through & through. i think habana said as much too
20 Sep 2011, 23:10 pm
I’m just average, common too
I’m just like him, the same as you
I’m everybody’s brother and son
I ain’t different from anyone
It ain’t no use a-talking to me
It’s just the same as talking to you.
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen.”
Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first.
Wowee’ pretty scary!
Now, I’m liberal, but to a degree
I want ev’rybody to be free
But if you think that I’ll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I’m crazy!
I wouldn’t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba.
Well, I set my ****** on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He’s a weird ******, very funky.
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn’t let me on the tennis court.
I gotta woman, she’s so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I’m nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She’s funny, wants my money, calls me “honey.”
20 Sep 2011, 23:14 pm
@wooden spoon(wooden spoon)-552: what was it like whem you visited there?
20 Sep 2011, 23:14 pm
Still dunno why they need 3 scrum halves in this team and Willem Alberts starting at 6
Somebody must be going crazy
20 Sep 2011, 23:15 pm
@Helen(Helen)-346:
1. to the left
2. if anything, its ramping UP. The Viaduct was going OFF last pm, and I dragged my hairy arse home about 2am. *ouch* Much talk about Wellington being THE place to be for expected Boks vs Wallas Qter. Best match of that round.
3. Very impressed….*shocked* that the Boks played such unconstructed gameplan…’its only a weakened Fiji’.
20 Sep 2011, 23:16 pm
@Transformation(Transformation)-556: more deflection.
Answer the question.
20 Sep 2011, 23:16 pm
@ashampoopaloo(joel1yahoo)-553: There is only one Boss and its Bruce…
Bob now is the Big Freewheeler… The real Rolling Stone…
Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
Well the road washed out, weather not fit for man or beast
Funny, the things you have the hardest time parting with, are the things you need the least
20 Sep 2011, 23:17 pm
@WP Till I Die(WP-Forever)-348:
and in what provinces of NZ are they ?
20 Sep 2011, 23:18 pm
@ashampoopaloo(joel1yahoo)-557: Pienaar is clearly there to cover 10 and 15.
When FDP comes on in the 2nd half, Hougaard will shift to wing.
JdJ has the centres covered.
20 Sep 2011, 23:18 pm
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
That even ***** would never
Forgive what you do.
20 Sep 2011, 23:19 pm
Brucie is a baby compared to the real thing.. even he himself will tell you he was just a pied piper piepie joller when the manne were rolling around town
20 Sep 2011, 23:20 pm
There’s a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Ain’t nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.
20 Sep 2011, 23:22 pm
@ashampoopaloo(joel1yahoo)-564: Brooooce pays homage to Dylan…
20 Sep 2011, 23:22 pm
Don’t have to educate me about ‘masters of war’ I know it backwards in my sleep..
Now there’s the Boss if ever there was one .. only the one.. never to be another.. like a William Shakespeare of the 20th century
20 Sep 2011, 23:23 pm
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
20 Sep 2011, 23:23 pm
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
20 Sep 2011, 23:25 pm
@Heavens Game(Heavens Game)-566:
he bows at his feet .. he knows who the real Boss is .. same as Clapton, Townshend, Richards, Page, Beck, bowed at Hendrix’s feet
20 Sep 2011, 23:25 pm
Well, the moral of the story
The moral of the song
Is simply that one should never be
Where ones does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin’ somethin’
Help him with his load
And don’t go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.
20 Sep 2011, 23:26 pm
@Heavens Game(Heavens Game)-569: glad to see you been well educated my blue eyed young one…
20 Sep 2011, 23:27 pm
@WP Till I Die(WP-Forever)-356:
Your Maori is better than my English
20 Sep 2011, 23:28 pm
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
20 Sep 2011, 23:28 pm
@ashampoopaloo(joel1yahoo)-567: Not the Boss… The Master. Full Stop.
One Boss.
One Master. The Jester. Full stop
20 Sep 2011, 23:30 pm
@ashampoopaloo(joel1yahoo)-574: Schweet.
Somewhere mama’s weepin’ for her blue-eyed boy
She’s holdin’ them a little white shoes and that little broken toy
And he’s followin’ a star
The same one them three men followed from the east
I hear, sometimes Satan come as a man of peace, oh yeah
20 Sep 2011, 23:32 pm
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation’s page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you’d just be
One more person crying.
So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing.
20 Sep 2011, 23:34 pm
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
20 Sep 2011, 23:36 pm
That’s the story of the Hurricane
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
20 Sep 2011, 23:39 pm
And the greatest:
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
20 Sep 2011, 23:41 pm
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
20 Sep 2011, 23:42 pm
Poor rugger buggers got to wade through all this bumph
and all they really wanna dooooo
Is baby be friends with you
20 Sep 2011, 23:44 pm
So who says France gonna take the AB’s down
Can’t quite see it myself this time
20 Sep 2011, 23:45 pm
They gonna chuck on a B team .. or what..? .. take a fall for the good of the cause and meet one the other NH contenders in the 1/4′s
20 Sep 2011, 23:46 pm
@ashampoopaloo(joel1yahoo)-582: Said the joker to the thief
20 Sep 2011, 23:55 pm
Jeez, you blokes are singing off the same sheet………..amazing
20 Sep 2011, 23:57 pm
Yip its all about jokers and thieves and hero’s and villains being born and busy dying
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now
20 Sep 2011, 23:58 pm
you wanna join in whatever its in the key of D
20 Sep 2011, 23:58 pm
or C .. or G … or E … or Whatever
21 Sep 2011, 00:12 am
All the vampires walkin’ through the valley
Move west down Ventura Blvd.
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts
21 Sep 2011, 00:15 am
Well, some say life will beat you down
Break your heart, steal your crown
So I’ve started out for God knows where
I guess I’ll know when I get there
I’m learning to fly around the clouds
But what goes up must come down
21 Sep 2011, 00:19 am
I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kid
But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid
She’s a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Well, she don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk too much
She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
21 Sep 2011, 00:22 am
When she walks she moves so fine like a flamingo
Crimson dress that clings so tight
She’s out of reach and out of sight
When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
If she just would
21 Sep 2011, 00:22 am
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama’s in the fact’ry
She ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley
He’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the streets
With the tombstone blues
21 Sep 2011, 00:27 am
When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
And it’s Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don’t pull you through
Don’t put on any airs
When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you
21 Sep 2011, 00:29 am
Now a life of leisure and a pirate’s treasure
Don’t make much for tragedy
But it’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin
And can’t stand the company
Every fool’s got a reason for feelin’ sorry for himself
And turning his heart to stone
Tonight this fool’s halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I’m comin’ home
21 Sep 2011, 00:33 am
This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This train
Carries whores and gamblers
This train
Carries midnight ramblers
This train
Carries broken hearted
This train
Carries souls departed
This train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This train
Faith will be rewarded
This train
Carries fools and kings
This train
Hear the big wheels singing
This train
Bells of freedom ringing
21 Sep 2011, 00:40 am
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
21 Sep 2011, 00:46 am
We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three-minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I heart the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you’re tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down
We made a promise we swore wed always remember
No retreat, believe me, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winters night with a vow to defend
No retreat, believe me, no surrender
21 Sep 2011, 00:48 am
Good stuff. Thanks
On that note outtahere…
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