While all the (French!) expatriates around me were shouting 'allez les bleus!', I was calling out names that sounded equally foreign to them. 'Yalla Tshabalala! Come on Mokoena! Take it Modise! Go Bafana Bafana!' Slowly but surely, the worse the French played and the more dashing Bafana looked on the field, the more cheering I heard in support of my green-and-gold team from the opposition sitting alongside me. The boys (and their 2-1 victory) did me so proud today, adding to the Proudly South African day I'd already experienced before the game kicked off, what with the random 'braai' definition I saw on a building's glass wall and the Mandela quote on the window of a chicken outlet called Deek Duke.