The rainbow nation is under a cloud. The day after the Durban Disaster, the mood is more of disillusionment rather than disappointment, summed up by the pithy comment of a flight stewardess distributing the morning papers (dominated, of course, by pictures of a tearful Shaun Pollock): ‘‘After 12 years of following cricket I think I should switch to another game.’’ What has made things worse is the realisation that the cup will probably go to Australia, who are as welcome here as nudists at a nunnery (more on that animosity later).