Dear Mr Operator…
Regular contributor Leon Smuts has a few ideas on what might be going through Racing’s mind and addresses an open letter to our Operators on Racing’s behalf.
Dear Mr Operator,
My name is “Racing” and I am your forgotten adopted child. When you graciously gave me a second life a few years ago I was elated and relished the chance to reward your generosity and belief in me. All I wanted was to be nourished and nurtured so that I could develop to my full potential and fulfil my boundless promise.
How did it go so wrong that I am now on constant life support and only allowed to dazzle a few times a year? I get little or no attention these days and don’t feel wanted anymore, but I am obliged to carry on until I can do so no more. It’s so hard when you have not deemed it necessary to change my attire in years, yet expect me to remain presentable. My much more loved siblings are excelling under your guidance, but I feel ever growing resentment for having me around.
If only you would realise that I have so much more to give and that I would do anything to make you proud of me once more. What would it take for you to believe in me again and give me unconditional support to allow me to shine as I won’t let you down and will help make our family unified and stronger than ever?
