Keagan Dolly and Ramahlwe Mphahlele show their disappointment after the loss to Cape Verde on Tuesday. Photo: Sydney Mahlangu, BackpagePix

I had started preparing for the upcoming gumba in Russia and was getting the hang of what to do when in the Kremlin. I believe they have a strong and traditional influence in the arts, philosophy, classical music, ballet, architecture, paintings and the cinema.
I even Googled further and discovered that Russians like vegetables and wheat, porridge, dough dishes and all kinds of soup. They eat very little meat and prefer fish and, of course, wash down their food with vodka.

In case you are wondering about my sudden fascination with Russia, let me point out that the next football fiesta, the Fifa World Cup, is scheduled for Russia next June, so I was contemplating taking up Russian lessons to be able to order all the mouth-watering cuisine I mentioned above in perfect Russian.

That is, until South Africa capitulated against fishermen and surfers from Cape Verde.

How on earth a team that defeated the mighty Nigeria so convincingly a couple of months ago could disintegrate like they did against Capo Verde is beyond me.

I refused to accept that they were poor in the first match in Praia. I simply made excuses for them and tried to convince myself that they just had a bad day at the office.

But after curling up and allowing the Islanders to trample all over them in Durban, I had to grudgingly accept that my beloved Bafana Bafana are nowhere near world beaters and are simply just paper tigers!

I know it is drummed into our heads by motivational speakers that you should never throw in the towel; keep fighting; the darkest hour is just before dawn; it's not over until the fat lady sings... but after Tuesday night’s horror show by Bafana, I gave up.

Call me a coward, unpatriotic and lacking in loyalty, I don’t care anymore. I have thrown in the towel and even cancelled my registration for that crash course in how to speak Russian in 24 hours!

I am not even going to give excuses that the Moses Mabhida Stadium surface was shockingly unfit for football and was suitable for rugby because if that was the case, then why did the Blue Sharks of Capo Verde swim so effortlessly on the inch-long grass when Bafana stumbled like toddlers taking baby steps?

I am not even going to point an accusing finger at new coach Stuart Baxter or question his selection. The truth is that Baxter put out a team that he thought was the best, but unfortunately the best we have could not punch its way out of a wet paper bag.

I do not know what they have to do to convince me that I should not tear up my Russian itinerary. I have come to terms with the fact that the team I thought were world beaters after their heady triumph against Nigeria, are simply not in the same league as world beaters.