Look at Stuart Hall's bitty about the S. Africa/France game from the RT:
Hello folks. It's the Frank Ribery show. I want the French winger in my team, as I've said before, but I want South Africa to win. I once went to the townships in Cape Town. Not a place for tourists, usually, but I like to poke my nose into places it shouldn't be. My reception was hostile. I was ordered first to the witch doctor, who pronounced me half-dead. The cure was concocted from ravens' wings, tigers' teeth, crocodile fingers, iron filings and mercury. I left five pounds lighter and gave my bottle to the first patient in the queue outside. Which made him happy but not as happy as the rest when I dispensed 200 Silk Cut. I was instantly invited to their homes and listened to stories of the miracles Mandela would perform. The day passed, happiness mixed with misery. As I left, I observed a knackered Ford Cortina with the sign "We'll Never Walk Alone". I stopped the car by battering on its roof. The passengers were terrified by this insane daytripper. I embraced them - Liverpool FC supporters. I gave them my last fags, a handful of rand and a blessing. They can't afford a ticket, so, for them, the hand of victory, not the hand of Henry.