Nothing kills the joy of soccer like a bunch of wailing vuvuzelas

Whenever Orlando Pirates, Moroka Swallows and Kaizer Chiefs (yes, they are all in order of importance) came down to play the likes of AmaZulu, Bush Bucks and African Wanderers, we would pile onto the trains and buses and head for King’s Park stadium.

We would sing all the way.

The music would continue through the game and on the train all the way back to the township.

And that’s the point: there was singing. Lots and lots of it.

Music was as much a trademark of South African football as the tsamaya and the scissor kick.

Right up until the mid-2000s one would hear traditional songs that were the trademark of teams and others that were composed on the spur of the moment.

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