It was an important match, and the first of its kind to take place on the continent. It was tensely contested; there had been some chances, but no rewards. In the 55th minute, he danced down the left and from a ridiculous angle hammered the ball into the back of the net. It caused an eruption, an explosion of smiling hearts and hopeful eyes. African football had been given a face, a name and an identity. It was called Siphiwe Tshabalala.