Those who follow the beautiful game closely would probably gladly admit that football in Mzansi would probably not have been the same without Daine Klate’s left foot gracing it for a decade and a half.
Even his greatest critics would have to take a bitter bite of humble pie and admit that, in that time, few players made kicking leather with the left as beautiful a sight as that slight wizard from Gelvandale, PE.
It is a left foot that mesmerised defenders and befuddled goalkeepers, a left foot that enthralled and terrified spectators in equal measure, depending on which side one rooted for.
From Supersport United and Orlando Pirates to Bidvest Wits and Chippa, when Klate’s foot caressed the football, one could logically conclude that more often than not, one of two outcomes was possible: the ball could either find the head of an attacker or, in a more direct fashion, the back of the net.
As good and sweet as that left foot was, it is hard to imagine that it almost did not make it onto the football field.
When he was only five years old, Klate was hit by a car, breaking that precocious leg. Growing up in the rough streets of Gelvandale, Klate lived a stone’s throw away from a shebeen…. Read More