Descriptive writing
13. Free writing. You have five minutes to write down any images, ideas or details that come to you concerning the topic “The sport I`d like to practise”. Don’t pay any attention to possible grammar or spelling mistakes, focus on the content.
14. Clustering. Transfer this boxed subject onto your notebook page. Write related ideas, box them and connect them with lines to your subject and to each other.
Swap your cluster diagram with your desk partner and point out the most interesting issues.
15. Write a 120-word essay describing your most favourite athlete. Be ready to present your story in class. Here are some useful words and phrases to help guide the reader through the essay.
1. Introducing a point: nowadays, firstly.
2. Describing consequences: as a result, consequently.
3. Giving more information: in addition, moreover, furthermore, finally, lastly.
4. Introducing a contrasting point: however, in contrast, on the other hand, nevertheless, while, whereas.
5. Concluding: in conclusion, to sum up.
A change of heart
THINKING AHEAD
What is sport to you – a hobby, a pastime, a challenge, a necessity? Why do people become athletes and sports fans? How can sports change a person`s life? You can find some of the answers in the story you are about to read.
A WORD ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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PRE-READING ACTIVITIES
1. In small groups discuss individual and team sports. Do they build up similar or different character traits?
2. Decide whether sports and politics mix in today`s world and in what way they influence each other.
3. Discuss the acute problem of juvenile delinquency. Going in for sports can be an option for such kids, can’t it? Please, explain.
READING ACTIVITIES
4. Read the first part of the story and pay special attention to the following sentence: “No one is born with prejudice in their hearts, although some people are introduced to it at an early age.” How does it sound? Do you agree with it?
There is a man from Cape Town who travels to the black township of Crossroads every day. He spends the morning teaching English at one of the local schools, the afternoon coaching rugby or cricket according to the season, and his evenings roaming the streets trying to convince the young that they shouldn't form gangs or commit crimes, and that they should have nothing to do with drugs. He is known as the Crossroads Convert.
No one is born with prejudice in their hearts, although some people are introduced to it at an early age. This was certainly true of Stoffel van den Berg. Stoffel was born m Cape Town, and never once in his life travelled abroad. His ancestors had emigrated from Holland in the eighteenth century, and Stoffel grew up accustomed to having black servants who were there to carry out his slightest whim. If the boys - none of the servants appeared to be graced with a name, whatever their age - didn't obey Stoffel's orders, they were soundly beaten or simply not fed. If they carried out a job well, they weren't thanked, and were certainly never praised. Why bother to thank someone who has only been put on earth to serve you?
When Stoffel attended his first primary school in the Cape this unthinking prejudice was simply reinforced, with classrooms full of white children being taught only by white teachers. The few blacks he ever came across at school were cleaning lavatories that they would never be allowed to use themselves. During his school days Stoffel proved to be above average in the classroom, excelling in maths, but in a class of his own on the playing field. By the time Stoffel was in his final year of school, this six-foot-two-inch, fair-haired Boer was playing fly half for the 1st fifteen in the winter and opening the batting for the 1st eleven during the summer. There was already talk of him playing either rugby or cricket for the Springboks even before he had applied for a place at any university. Several college scouts visited the school in his final year to offer him scholarships, and on the advice of his headmaster, supported by his father, he settled on Stellenbosch. Stoffel's unerring progress continued from the moment he arrived on the campus. In his freshman year he was selected to open the batting for the university eleven when one of the regular openers was injured. He didn't miss a match for the rest of the season. Two years later, he captained an undefeated varsity side, and went on to score a century for Western Province against Natal.
On leaving university, Stoffel was recruited by Barclays Bank to join their public relations department, although it was made clear to him at the interview that his first priority was to ensure that Barclays won the Inter-Bank Cricket Cup. He had been with the bank for only a few weeks when the Springbok selectors wrote to inform him that he was being considered for the South African cricket squad which was preparing for the forthcoming tour by England. The bank was delighted, and told him he could take as much time off as he needed to prepare for the national side. He dreamed of scoring a century at Newlands, and perhaps one day even at Lord's. He followed with interest the Ashes series that was taking place in England. He had only read about players like Underwood and Snow, but their reputations did not worry him. Stoffel intended to despatch their bowling to every boundary in the country. The South African papers were also following the Ashes series with keen interest, because they wanted to keep their readers informed of the strengths and weaknesses of the opposition their team would be facing in a few weeks' time. Then, overnight, these stories were transferred from the back pages to the front, when England selected an all-rounder who played for Worcester called Basil D'Oliveira. Mr D'Oliveira, as the press called him, made the front pages because he was what the South Africans classified as 'Cape Coloured'. Because he had not been allowed to play first-class cricket in his native South Africa, he had emigrated to England. The press in both countries began to speculate on the South African government's attitude should D'Oliveira be selected by the MCC as a member of the touring side to visit South Africa.
'If the English were stupid enough to select him,' Stoffel told his friends at the bank, 'the tour would have to be cancelled.' After all, he couldn't be expected to play against a coloured man. The South Africans' best hope was that Mr D'Oliveira would fail in the final Test at The Oval, and would not be considered for the coming tour, and thus the problem would simply go away. D'Oliveira duly obliged in the first innings, scoring only eleven runs and taking no Australian wickets. But in the second innings he played a major role in winning the match and squaring the series, scoring a chanceless 158. Even so, he was controversially left out of the touring team for South Africa. But when another player pulled out because of injury, he was selected as his replacement.
The South African government immediately made their position clear: only white players would be welcome in their land. Robust diplomatic exchanges took place over the following weeks, but as the MCC refused to remove D'Oliveira from the party the tour had to be cancelled. It was not until after Nelson Mandela became President in 1994 that an official English team once again set foot in South Africa. Stoffel was shattered by the decision, and although he played regularly for Western Province and ensured that Barclays retained the Inter-Bank Cup, he doubted if he would ever be awarded a Test cap. But, despite his disappointment, Stoffel remained in no doubt that the government had made the right decision. After all, why should the English imagine they could dictate who should visit South Africa? It was while he was playing against Transvaal that he met Inga. Not only was she the most beautiful creature he had ever set eyes on, but she also fully agreed with his sound views on the superiority of the white race. They were married a year later.
5. Now go on reading. Share your opinions about the main character`s political views.
When sanctions began to be imposed on South Africa by country after country, Stoffel continued to back the government, proclaiming that the decadent Western politicians had all become liberal weaklings. Why didn't they come to South Africa and see the country for themselves, he would demand of anyone who visited the Cape. That way they would soon discover that he didn't beat his servants, and that the blacks received a fair wage, as recommended by the government. What more could they hope for? In fact, he could never understand why the government didn't hang Mandela and his terrorist cronies for treason. Piet and Marike nodded their agreement whenever their father expressed these views. He explained to them over breakfast again and again that you couldn't treat people who had recently fallen out of trees as equals. After all, it wasn't how God had planned things.
When Stoffel stopped playing cricket in his late thirties, he took over as head of the bank's public relations department, and was invited to join the board. The family moved into a large house a few miles down the Cape, overlooking the Atlantic. While the rest of the world continued to enforce sanctions, Stoffel only became more convinced that South Africa was the one place on earth that had got things right. He regularly expressed these views, both in public and in private.
'You should stand for Parliament,' a friend told him. 'The country needs men who believe in the South African way of life, and aren't willing to give in to a bunch of ignorant foreigners, most of whom have never even visited the country.' To begin with, Stoffel didn't take such suggestions seriously. But then the National Party's Chairman flew to Cape Town especially to see him.
'The Political Committee were hoping you would allow your name to go forward as a prospective candidate at the next general election,' he told Stoffel. Stoffel promised he would consider the idea, but explained that he would need to speak to his wife and fellow board members at the bank before he could come to a decision. To his surprise, they all encouraged him to take up the offer. 'After all, you are a national figure, universally popular, and no one can be in any doubt about your attitude to apartheid.' A week later, Stoffel phoned the National Party Chairman to say that he would be honoured to stand as a candidate. When he was selected to fight the safe seat of Noordhoek, he ended his speech to the adoption committee with the words, 'I'll go to my grave knowing apartheid must be right, for blacks as well as for whites.' He received a standing ovation.
That all changed on 18 August 1989. Stoffel left the bank a few minutes early that evening, because he was due to address a meeting at his local town hall. The election was now only weeks away, and the opinion polls were indicating that he was certain to become the Member for the Noordhoek constituency. As he stepped out of the lift he bumped into Martinus de Jong, the bank's General Manager.
'Another half-day, Stoffel?' he asked with a grin.
'Hardly. I'm off to address a meeting in the constituency, Martinus.'
'Quite right, old fellow,' de Jong replied. 'And don't leave them in any doubt that no one can afford to waste their vote this time - that is, if they don't want this country to end up being run by the blacks. By the way,' he added, 'we don't need assisted places for blacks at universities either. If we allow a bunch of students in England to dictate the bank's policy, we'll end up with some black wanting my job.'
'Yes, I read the memo from London. They're acting like a herd of ostriches. Must dash, Martinus, or I'll be late for my meeting.'
'Yes, sorry to have held you up, old fellow.'
Stoffel checked his watch and ran down the ramp to the carpark. When he joined the traffic in Rhodes Street, it quickly became clear that he had not managed to avoid the bumper-to-bumper exodus of people heading out of town for the weekend.
Once he had passed the city limits, he moved quickly into top gear. It was only fifteen miles to Noordhoek, although the terrain was steep and the road winding. But as Stoffel knew every inch of the journey, he was usually parked outside his front door in under half an hour. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. With luck, he would still be home with enough time to shower and change before he had to head off for the meeting. As he swung south onto the road which would take him up into the hills, Stoffel pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator, nipping in and out to overtake slow-moving lorries and cars that weren't as familiar with the road as he was. He scowled as he shot past a black driver who was struggling up the hill in a clapped-out old van that shouldn't have been allowed on the road. Stoffel accelerated round the next bend to see a lorry ahead of him. He knew there was a long, straight section of road before he would encounter another bend, so he had easily enough time to overtake. He put his foot down and pulled out to overtake, surprised to discover how fast the lorry was travelling.
When he was about a hundred yards from the next bend, a car appeared around the corner. Stoffel had to make an instant decision. Should he slam his foot on the brake, or on the accelerator? He pressed his foot hard down until the accelerator was touching the floor, assuming the other fellow would surely brake. He eased ahead of the lorry, and the moment he had overtaken it, he swung in as quickly as he could, but still he couldn't avoid clipping the mudguard of the oncoming car. For an instant he saw the terrified eyes of the other driver, who had slammed on his brakes, but the steep gradient didn't help him. Stoffel's car rammed into the safety barrier before bouncing back onto the other side of the road, eventually coming to a halt in a clump of trees.
That was the last thing he remembered, before he regained consciousness five weeks later.
6. Read the story to the end. What change of heart does the author have in mind?
Stoffel looked up to find Inga standing at his bedside. When she saw his eyes open, she grasped his hand and then rushed out of the room to call for a doctor. The next time he woke they were both standing by his bedside, but it was another week before the surgeon was able to tell him what had happened following the crash. Stoffel listened in horrified silence when he learned that the other driver had died of head injuries soon after arriving at the hospital.
'You're lucky to be alive,' was all Inga said.
'You certainly are,' said the surgeon, 'because only moments after the other driver died, your heart also stopped beating. It was just your luck that a suitable donor was in the next operating theatre.'
'Not the driver of the other car?' said Stoffel.
The surgeon nodded.
'But . . . wasn't he black?' asked Stoffel in disbelief.
'Yes, he was,' confirmed the surgeon. 'And it may come as a surprise to you, Mr van den Berg, that your body doesn't realise that. Just be thankful that his wife agreed to the transplant. If I recall her words' - he paused - 'she said, "I can't see the point in both of them dying." Thanks to her, we were able to save your life, Mr van den Berg.' He hesitated and pursed his lips, then said quietly, 'But I'm sorry to have to tell you that your other internal injuries were so severe that despite the success of the heart transplant, the prognosis is not at all good.'
Stoffel didn't speak for some time, but eventually asked, 'How long do I have?'
'Three, possibly four years,' replied the surgeon. 'But only if you take it easy.'
Stoffel fell into a deep sleep.
It was another six weeks before Stoffel left the hospital, and even then Inga insisted on a long period of convalescence. Several friends came to visit him at home, including Martinus de Jong, who assured him that his job at the bank would be waiting for him just as soon as he had fully recovered.
'I shall not be returning to the bank,' Stoffel said quietly. 'You will be receiving my resignation in the next few days.'
'But why?' asked de Jong. 'I can assure you . . .'
Stoffel waved his hand. 'It's kind of you, Martinus, but I have other plans.'
The moment the doctor said Stoffel could leave the house, he asked Inga to drive him to Crossroads, so he could visit the widow of the man he had killed. The tall, fair-haired white couple walked among the shacks of Crossroads, watched by sullen, resigned eyes. When they reached the little hovel where they had been told the driver's wife lived, they stopped. Stoffel would have knocked on the door if there had been one. He peered through the gap and into the darkness to see a young woman with a baby in her arms, cowering in the far corner.
'My name is Stoffel van den Berg,' he told her. 'I have come to say how sorry I am to have been the cause of your husband's death.'
'Thank you, master,' she replied. 'No need to visit me.'
As there wasn't anything to sit on, Stoffel lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs.
'I also wanted to thank you for giving me the chance to live.'
'Thank you, master.'
'Is there anything I can do for you?' He paused. 'Perhaps you and your child would like to come and live with us?'
'No, thank you, master.'
'Is there nothing I can do?' asked Stoffel helplessly.
'Nothing, thank you, master.'
Stoffel rose from his place, aware that his presence seemed to disturb her. He and Inga walked back through the township in silence, and did not speak again until they had reached their car.
'I've been so blind,' he said as Inga drove him home.
'Not just you,' his wife admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. 'But what can we do about it?'
'I know what I must do.'
Inga listened as her husband described how he intended to spend the rest of his life.
The next morning Stoffel called in at the bank, and with the help of Martinus de Jong worked out how much he could afford to spend over the next three years.
'Have you told Inga that you want to cash in your life insurance?'
'It was her idea,' said Stoffel.
'How do you intend to spend the money?'
'I'll start by buying some second-hand books, old rugby balls and cricket bats.'
'We could help by doubling the amount you have to spend,' suggested the General Manager.
'How?' asked Stoffel.
'By using the surplus we have in the sports fund.'
'But that's restricted to whites.'
'And you're white,' said the General Manager.
Martinus was silent for some time before he added, 'Don't imagine that you're the only person whose eyes have been opened by this tragedy. And you are far better placed to . . .' he hesitated.
'To . . . ?' repeated Stoffel.
'Make others, more prejudiced than yourself, aware of their past mistakes.'
That afternoon Stoffel returned to Crossroads. He walked around the township for several hours before he settled on a piece of land surrounded by tin shacks and tents. Although it wasn't flat, or the perfect shape or size, he began to pace out a pitch, while hundreds of young children stood staring at him. The following day some of those children helped him paint the touchlines and put out the corner flags.
For four years, one month and eleven days, Stoffel van den Berg travelled to Crossroads every morning, where he would teach English to the children in what passed for a school. In the afternoons, he taught the same children the skills of rugby or cricket, according to the season. In the evenings, he would roam the streets trying to persuade teenagers that they shouldn't form gangs, commit crime or have anything to do with drugs.
Stoffel van den Berg died on 24 March 1994, only days before Nelson Mandela was elected as President. Like Basil D'Oliveira, he had played a small part in defeating apartheid. The funeral of the Crossroads Convert was attended by over two thousand mourners who had travelled from all over the country to pay their respects.The journalists were unable to agree whether there had been more blacks or more whites in the congregation.
AFTER-READING ACTIVITIES
7. Answer the following questions.
Was Stoffel`s attitude towards black people extraordinary in any way?
In what way did excellence in sports promote Stoffel`s success?
Did the main character’s political views change as he matured?
What do you think might nave happened if Stoffel had become a major political figure in his native country?
How can you explain Stoffel`s disregard for the contempt the world community expressed towards his country’s political regime?
What shocked Stoffel more: the fact that his new heart was “black” or that he didn’t have much to live?
Why did the bank support Stoffel in his daring attempt to fight apartheid?
Do you find the ending of the story very moving? Why?
In what way would you interpret the story title?
8. Find all the words with the help of which the author describes Stoffel van den Berg`s outstanding sports career. Make a list of sport terms you come across.
9. Let us describe the characters of the story with the help of their remarks. Find out whom this remark belongs to and make a brief description of their character.
'I'll go to my grave knowing apartheid must be right, for blacks as well as for whites.'
“If we allow a bunch of students in England to dictate the bank's policy, we'll end up with some black wanting my job.”
'But . . . wasn't he black?'
'Thank you, master, no need to visit me.'
'I've been so blind.'
“Don't imagine that you're the only person whose eyes have been opened by this tragedy.”
'I know what I must do.'
10. Study the way the author describes the change that occurred in Stoffel van den Berg`s mind. Notice his actions and moods and comment on the ways they are depicted. Comment on the new name the main character was given.
11. Let us focus on style. Read the definition of a stylistic device and find its examples in the story.
Repetition is one of the syntactical stylistic devices. It is mainly used when the speaker experiences strong emotional stress. The stylistic device of repetition aims at logical emphasis, at drawing the readers` attention to the key word or phrase.
12. Recall other sport stories you`ve ever read or watched. Which is the top one for you? Write down the content of the story of your choice (20 sentences).