Mandla Balanda tinkled me with his game, like his brother Clement. They caressed the ball with their feet.
Mandla’s trickery included a backflip over the defenders’ heads and controlling the ball on the other side, fry his man and accelerate, wait for the defender and push the ball through his legs before sending him to the shops.
Clement had opponents showing him their shirt number, run over the ball and going in one direction and coming back to kind of polish the leather sphere. He would scoop the ball up and defenders would hold the ball by hands.
There are no words to describe what they could do. For Mandla, the misfortune with scoring made his career at Bosso shorter than it should have been.
(Extracted from What Highlanders need right now!, available as an e-book on Amazon.com)