(phone ringing)
Today, President Mandela announced that in his opinion
Thanks.
his salary is too high.
That's right, they're all overpaid.
He has therefore decided to donate a third
of his monthly income to charity.
(laughing)
Give me the houses and cars
and I'll donate a third of my salary too.
He would not, in a million years.
Hello.
Hang on a moment, please.
President Mandela says that he wishes to set
an example to others.
Yes. Of course.
(audience on TV clapping)
They're lining their pockets as fast as they can.
Must be his girlfriend, eh, Nerine?
Oh, he knows I'll bloody will kill him.
(laughing)
What? Who was that?
Well, I told you it was his girlfriend.
I've been invited to tea.
With who?
The President.
President of Westside Rugby?
Count your fingers after he shakes your hand, boy.
The President.
He wants me over for tea, week after next.
Mr. Francois, you must tell Madiba
that the bus service is very bad and too expensive.
He must do something about it.
Goodnight, everybody.
Goodnight.
Thank you.
What the hell does he want with you?
I don't know.
(birds chirping)
Relax, you've met him before.
I should resign on the rugby field.
And you couldn't even vote.
Come on, he's still the president.
I play rugby.
What am I gonna say to the guy?
Say to him thank you for inviting me.
What if I pull something stupid in front of him?
You won't.
Okay, I'll pick you up right here.
Bye.
[Paparazzi] Mr. Francois.
Francois, picture please.
(cameras clicking)
[Paparazzi] Over here, okay?
[Security Guard] Good afternoon.
It's use coming for three.
Come on, if you want me to get his autograph.
Who?
Francois Pienaar.
Who wants to escort him in?
I will.
Hey, no autographs, okay?
I know how to do my job, okay?
Who's this Francois Pienaar?
You can't be serious.
He's the captain of the spring box.
I like soccer myself.
Well, you know what they say about soccer?
It's a gentleman's game played by hooligans.
On the other hand, rugby is a hooligans game
played by gentlemen.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, heard that one before.
It wasn't funny the first time.
Can I ask you the question Lieutenant?
Yeah, of course.
What's he like?
When I worked for the previous president
it was my job to be invisible.
This president, when he found out that I liked
English toffee he brought me some back
from his visit in England.
To him, no one's invisible.
That's where you wait.
One of his assistants will come for you
and the bathroom's over there if you need it.
Okay. Thanks.
What are our chances in the World Cup?
I mean, for real.
We'll do our best.
That I can guarantee.
(phone ringing)
[Secretary] Office of the President.
So what is he like?
Well, he is not as big as he looks on TV
and we don't stand up bloody chance in the World Cup.
(indistinct chatter)
Mr. Pienaar.
Right this way, please.
(knocking on door)
Go on.
Francois.
What an honor.
I am so excited.
Thank you for coming all this way to see me.
Yes, sir.
Thank you for inviting me, Mr. President.
So tell me Francois, how is your ankle?
My ankle?
I was told it was hurt.
Has it healed?
The truth is you never really play
at a hundred percent no matter what.
Ah yes.
In sports as in life, eh?
Yes, sir.
Please, sit.
Take this one.
Looking into the light hurts my eyes.
Mrs. Brits.
You are a shining light in my day.
Yes, sir.
Mrs. Brits, this is Francois Pienaar,
captain of the spring box.
Shall I pour sir?
No, no.
I would prefer to do it myself.
Thank you very much, Mrs. Brits.
How do you like your tea Francois?
Just milk please.
The English have given us many things, including rugby.
But afternoon tea,
that is the greatest.
Here we are.
Thank you, sir.
You all have a very difficult job.
I do.
I have a trading business.
Captain of the spring box.
A very difficult job.
Well, not compared to yours, Mr. President.
Well, no one is trying to tear my head off
while I'm doing mine.
Yes, sir.
Tell me Francois.
What is your philosophy on leadership?
How do you inspire your team to do their best?
By example.
I've always thought to lead by example, sir.
Well, that is right.
That is exactly right, but how to get them to be better
than they think they can be.
That is very difficult, I find.
Inspiration, perhaps.
How do we inspire ourselves to greatness,
when nothing less will do?
How do we inspire everyone around us?
I sometimes think it is by using the work of others.
On Robin island,
when things got very bad,
I found inspiration in a poem.
A poem?
A Victorian poem.
Just words,
but they helped me to stand
when all I wanted to do was to lie down.
But you didn't come all this way to hear an old man
talk about things that make no sense.
No, no please, Mr. President,
it makes complete sense to me.
On the day of a big match,
say a test, in the bus on the way to the stadium,
nobody talks.
Ah, yes, they are all preparing.
Right, but when I think we're ready,
I have the bus driver put on a song.
Something I've chosen.
One we all know
and we listen to the words together
and it helps.
I remember when I was invited
to the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona.
Everybody in the stadium greeted me with a song.
At the time, the future, our future seemed very bleak.
But to hear that song in the voices of people
from all over our planet, made me proud to be South African.
It inspired me to come home and do better.
It allowed me to expect more of myself.
May I ask what was the song, sir?
Well, it was Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika.
A very inspiring song.
We need inspiration, Francois
because in order to build our nation,
we must all exceed our own expectations.
(clock tower chiming)
So what's he like?
He's not like anyone I've ever met before.
Yeah, well what did he want?
What did he talk about?
Did he talk about rap beer?
What did he talk about?
Francois?
It's like talking to a brick wall.
What did he say?
I think he wants us to win the World Cup.