To understand and appreciate the furore arising from the Zebras maiden appearance at African Cup of Nations (AFCON) - football's most coveted prize, one has to look back to when it was first held; 1957, that is even before we had a flag of our own, but this is beside the point, I am getting carried away. I use "single-handedly" deliberately, because football's own weird logic dictates that, when a team performs badly, it's the manager's sole fault, but when the fortunes are good, very few managers had been able to steal the limelight from their players, unless you are Jose Morinho. Using those premises, I therefore see no reason why I should apologise for viewing the Zebras' qualification as Stan Tshosane's singular miracle.
Lost in the ecstasy of triumph is the fact that Stan Tshosane was not everyone's choice at the beginning, let me rephrase that; Tshosane won the post by default because we could not afford a high profile foreign coach, the type of one Jeff Butler, who legend has it that he became unpopular with our players after offering to teach them how to control a moving ball or "go trepa" in Tswanglish. The BFA can spin it however way they like on this subject, but I was not born yesterday, and so is the case with most Batswana.
