THIS Saturday, 80 minutes could rewrite history. The Zimbabwe Sables stand on the edge of greatness. As the nation watches with bated breath the boys aren’t just playing rugby. They’re carrying the hopes, dreams, and pride of an entire nation. And for that, they deserve our loudest, proudest cheer. In the blazing cauldron that will be Mandela National Stadium, our gallant Sables will clash with old foes Namibia for a ticket to the 2027 Rugby World Cup in Australia. It’s not just a game. It’s a war for identity, respect, and national triumph. Skipper Hilton Mudariki is rallying the troops and his fellow countrymen with heartfelt words. “We’re doing this for Zimbabwe,” he declared, eyes blazing with purpose. That statement alone should send shivers down every spine from Harare to Hwange. This is no longer about medals or rankings. It’s about 15 million people willing their team to glory. And what a journey it has been. The Sables bulldozed past Kenya in a gripping semi-final, showing grit, power, and tactical discipline in a 29 to 23 victory that proved they’re not just here to participate. They’re here to dominate. Training this week has been fierce. Every drill, every sprint, every tackle has been loaded with intent. These boys mean business. Yes, Namibia is a mountain. But last year, Zimbabwe scaled it in style with a 32 to 10 demolition job that shook African rugby to its roots. That win wasn’t a fluke. It was a statement. A reminder that the Sables have the muscle and mindset to conquer giants. Let’s not forget what’s at stake. The loser of this final gets tossed into the chaos of the Repêchage tournament, a nightmarish road that few escape. But our boys aren’t thinking about that. They’ve set their sights on one thing: victory. This is not just about rugby. This is about national pride. These warriors are ambassadors of Zimbabwean excellence. They’re showing the continent that despite our challenges, we can stand tall, fight hard, and win with heart. What makes this squad special is not just their skill, but their spirit. Mudariki and company are united like never before. They play for each other. They fight for the flag. They bleed for the badge. That brotherhood, that belief, is what could push them over the line. The statistics may favour Namibia, but history is made by those brave enough to change the script. And right now, the Sables are penning a new chapter, one written in sweat, determination, and raw Zimbabwean courage. So to Hilton, the pack, the backs, and everyone wearing that green and white jersey — we see you. We believe in you. And come Saturday, know that every pass, every tackle, every point scored will be met with thunderous applause from your people. You’re not alone on that field. You’ve got a nation behind you. From every dusty township to every office in the CBD, from every farmer in the rural heartlands to every student glued to the screen, Zimbabwe is with you. Make no mistake, Sables. This is your time. Go out there and make us proud. Win or lose, you’ve already reminded us what it means to believe again. But let’s be honest. You’re going to win. Go Sables! Smash Namibia! Bring it home!