It has been known to the cricket world since the beginning of time that rain and the Saffers don't get along. It's not a question of a little friction. They can't even be put together in a room to talk things over. One would bet on childhood friends Osama and George patching things up sooner than these two.
Yet they have an inexplicable attraction that has boggled the minds of many over the years. Whenever the Saffers have a crucial match, or rather have unnecessarily put themselves in a place where the match to be played is do-or-die for them, rain sniff them out like a raging bitch and show up. If you are thinking of inserting a 'Saffers doing the rain dance' joke here, forget about it. They can't dance. They are too busy being conjoined twins...err, sextuplets as per this picture.
So it is mostly rain's problem. It has a giant unidentified fastening object stuck up it's rear end. Till this object is identified, I suspect rain may never stop ruining South African cricket. Kind of like a nagging wife or a dominating husband, whichever annoys you more.
Rain, Saffers, friction, attraction, nagging, domination.
Can it be?
Rain+ Saffers= A Married Couple
There may be hope for these two yet.