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PITSO MOSIMANE sat behind the microphones with his arms folded across his chest, almost as though he were praying. It was an arresting picture.
This was Pitso, after all. The man who, 14-years ago as Bafana Bafana coach, could turn a press conference into a small theatre of combat. The voice, the gestures, the certainty, the occasional provocation: all of it seemed to belong to a coach permanently prepared for battle.
This Pitso was different.
He was quieter. His voice rarely rose above its measured, almost monotone register. His answers came slowly, often taking the long road around the question before eventually arriving somewhere only he seemed to have intended to go. But the old ‘Jingles” was not entirely gone.
There was still that familiar instinct to control the conversation, to decide which question deserved an answer, which one deserved a detour, and which could be turned into an opportunity to make a larger point about South African football.
Earlier, Luther Singh and Cassius Mailula had spoken before him. Mosimane listened. He nodded. He watched them carefully. There was something almost fatherly in the way he absorbed their words.
“I’m so impressed listening to the guys who just joined the camp now,” he said.
It was perhaps the most revealing beginning to his first major conference since returning to the post of South Africa’s senior national team coach. Mosimane did not begin by talking about himself. He began with the boys. And then he began talking about competition.
There is pressure on Singh, he suggested, because there are players ahead of him who have already established themselves. Football evolves. There was Ronaldo at Real Madrid. Now there is Kylian Mbappé.
The point was larger than the names. Yesterday’s certainty can become tomorrow’s challenge. The established player cannot become comfortable simply because he has done the job before. The newcomer cannot be dismissed simply because he has not yet earned an established status.
Mosimane wants layers. He wants the next player waiting behind the first-choice player. Most importantly, he does not want anyone to believe that a place in the national team is inherited.
Mosimane returned to this idea when questioned about Mamelodi Sundowns’ new defender Thabang Matuludi. He knew exactly what the reaction would be to selecting a player who had not been playing regularly. He explained that his staff had researched the player, monitored his pre-season work and followed his progress long before the announcement of the squad.
Selection, in Mosimane’s telling, is not improvisation. There is a process. And then came the inevitable Mosimane escape hatch.
Coaches, he said, have to predict the match but football judges them afterwards. If the decision is wrong, they get grilled. If it is right, well, “that’s why we are coaches”.
It was vintage Pitso, but delivered without the old theatrical heat.
The tone was almost philosophical. The point, however, was unmistakably passive aggressive: leave the selection to the coach, then judge it when the football has been played.
He was equally unwilling to let the selection become a criticism of previous Bafana coach, Hugo Broos.
After all, Matuludi had been at the Fifa World Cup 2026, Mosimane pointed out. Credit, therefore, must also go to Broos, while Pitso was also being very clear about what he wants to build next.
And this is where the conference became considerably bigger than Saturday’s Africa Cup of Nations qualifier against Guinea at Orlando Stadium, and the following match against Eritrea a few days later.
Mosimane started talking about a revolution. Not just Bafana. South African football. Youth football. The entire pipeline.
He spoke with particular force about the need for talent to be “stacked”. South Africa, he argued, needs enough quality behind the established players that replacing one footballer with another does not represent a crisis.
Lest you think Mosimane was romanticising it all, he was not. He was demanding a pathway. He asked a question that has hung around South African football for years: what happens to the players who win at junior level?
South Africa's Under-20 national team has won their AFCON, he pointed out but where are those players now? Where did the progression go?
His interest in the question was striking because it revealed how much Mosimane himself has changed. This is a man who spent much of the past two years immersed in youth football. The coach, who once seemed consumed by the immediate demands of winning the next game, now speaks like a man thinking several layers deeper into the structure that produces the next generation of players.
“I’m not coaching Bafana,” he said at one point, before explaining that he sees himself as representing football more broadly.
Bafana may be his immediate responsibility but he clearly sees the job as something larger. And there was a reminder of what that larger vision might look like when he spoke about Olwethu Makhanya.
The Rangers defender had spent two consecutive weeks playing in different defensive positions and then held his own in a tough Old Firm clash against bitter rivals Celtic. You do not play such a match, Mosimane suggested, without possessing the mental capacity for it. Mkahanya was not being handed anything. He was knocking on the door.
That, ultimately, is what Mosimane wants around Bafana: established players who know they are being pushed, and younger players who know there is a pathway if they perform.
"The minute you don't have a Singh behind the player, you don’t have a Cassius behind the player,” he said in essence. “That’s when we start to relax."
Comfort, for Mosimane, appears almost to be the enemy.
“When it's easy and comfortable, I get bored,” he said. “I need the rush.”
There, suddenly, was the old Pitso. Not angry. Not combative. But recognisable. The appetite for risk was still there. So was the willingness to put himself in the firing line.
He spoke about friendly matches and remembered the choices he made 14 years ago. He had deliberately scheduled difficult opposition: Ivory Coast, Zambia, Ghana — teams from the upper reaches of African football.
The results were not kind to him. Draws. Pressure. Criticism.
Now he finds himself confronted with the same choice. He appeared to know which one he would choose.
“I’m that guy who falls on his sword,” he said.
It may have been the most revealing sentence of the conference. Because beneath all the calm, the humility, the folded arms and the measured voice, there remains a man willing to be judged by difficult choices.
That is the contradiction of the new Pitso.
He sounds calmer, but not safer. More mature, but not necessarily more conservative. More calculated, but still willing to gamble. He has learnt, perhaps, that he does not need to fight every battle in the room. He can simply set the terms.
Even when asked about Guinea, his mind kept moving beyond the opponent.
He spoke respectfully of Guinea’s quality, their top striker Serhou Guirassy, their players based in Europe and Saudi Arabia, their physical and aerial qualities, and their experience. But then he returned to South Africa’s own resources. He looked around at the Bafana squad and saw something that perhaps surprised even him.
So many players from Sundowns; so many from Orlando Pirates. A team built around players who have just been involved in winning trophies. If the best players happen to be concentrated at the best-performing clubs, he suggested, that is not a national-team selection problem but rather a broader football question.
And then came another glimpse of the coach’s curious mixture of confidence and humility.
He spoke about players he had known before they became established. He spoke about the satisfaction of seeing young footballers develop. He spoke about the players he had watched and those who had come through youth systems.
For a moment, he sounded less like the national coach defending a squad and more like the football obsessive he has always been.
The man who watches. The man who researches. The man who remembers. The man who sees connections between players and clubs and generations. The man who can still become genuinely humbled by seeing a player he once knew as a youngster grow into an established professional.
That may ultimately be the clearest difference between the Pitso who left and the Pitso who has returned. The fire is still there. But it is no longer constantly visible. It sits underneath the surface.
The arms remain folded. The voice remains low. The answers wander where he wants them to wander. He smiles. He praises. He deflects. He remembers. He occasionally takes a playful swipe. But there is less of the old need to win the press conference.
And Mosimane knows something else, too.
Football does not stand still. The player who was indispensable yesterday must be challenged today. The youngster who is waiting must be given a path. The coach who makes a decision must eventually live with it. And the national team, in his telling, must become bigger than the 11 players who start the next match.
Fourteen years ago, Pitso Mosimane seemed determined to prove he belonged. This time, he is interested in building something. And if that means making difficult choices, tackling difficult opponents, trusting players others might question and occasionally falling on his sword, so be it.
He has been around football long enough to know that comfort is temporary. The pressure will come. The questions will come. The criticism will come. And, eventually, the football will provide the answers.
Until then, Mosimane appears content to sit with his arms folded, almost prayerfully, and wait.
Calm. Measured. Watchful. And still, unmistakably, Pitso.