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By Mark Chapman:

Hansie Cronje: cricketer, captain, Afrikaaner, leader, hero, Christian, wealthy, cheat, manipulator and psychopath. All words that have been used in the past week as I have travelled around South Africa.

His brother, Frans said this: “The whole new South Africa, the fall of apartheid and Nelson Mandela as President makes it a lot easier for people to forgive in South Africa.

For a lot of the British media it’s been very difficult for them to accept the forgiveness part.” Frans is something of an expert in absolution. As a deeply religious man it is something that comes naturally to him.

As the brother of Hansie, he has had to be. Cronje of course is also dead, killed in a plane crash 10 years ago this week. For most, it was an unfortunate, tragic accident for some it is seen as something more sinister.

“Very fishy” is how Clive Rice described it to me. The former Nottinghamshire captain takes into account the appalling weather in the George area as Cronje’s plane came into land, and bears in mind that certain landing signals were not working at the airport. But he feels the company that Cronje kept outweighs the scientific evidence.

“Certain people needed him out,” Rice said. “Whether it was one, two, or 15 people that were going to die it didn’t matter, Hansie was the one that was going to have to go and if they could cover it up as a plane crash then that was fine.” Those “certain people” were bookmakers.

Despite leading his country, and being at one stage “only second to Mandela in terms of popularity” according to his brother, Cronje allowed himself to be led down a path of corruption and cheating.

“He always had an adventurous part of him that was inquisitive,” Frans said. “Playing cricket year in year out, living in hotels and airports I think becomes tedious and boring after a while. Maybe a bit of boredom set in and maybe this was something a bit interesting.”

Whether Cronje was bored on South Africa’s tour to India in 1996 is not documented but the offers he received most definitely are. $30,000 would be his if the team lost wickets on the final day of the third Test to ensure an Indian victory.

Reasoning that this would happen without him having to speak to his players, Cronje said nothing. The wickets duly fell, South Africa lost and Cronje received the money for, in his own words, “effectively doing nothing”.

On the same tour, Cronje put an offer of $200,000 to his players to lose a one-day benefit match. Some of them walked out immediately, others stayed and suggested he asked for more from his bookmaker contact. Dave Richardson, the new chief executive of the ICC, was in that meeting. “At the time it did not seem a big issue,” he said when speaking in 2002. “It was a novelty.”

Such flippancy cannot be found in Henry Williams. The 44-year- old is wary as we shake hands at Boland Cricket Club, 45 minutes outside of Cape Town. Despite agreeing to the interview, he seems keen to point out that he doesn’t want to rake over old ground. “I will not tell you who said what to whom, I don’t want to bring back those memories.”

The sky is blue, the sun hovers over the nearby mountains and yet Williams admits there is a cloud permanently over his head because, in 2000, he was persuaded to underperform in a one-day international.

He was meant to go for over 50 runs when he bowled his 10 overs of medium pace against India. Cronje also told Herschelle Gibbs to score less than 20 and the side would get no more than 270. Not one of those three scenarios ended up happening but once Cronje confessed, Williams and Gibbs were in trouble and banned for six months each.

Gibbs came back to form a successful international career, Williams never played for his country again. “It feels like when you walk people are staring at you and it was bad. It was stressful. My Mum and Dad didn’t bring me up like that. How could that be? That’s not my child?”

He looks into the distance only returning my gaze when I bring up the subject of his own faith. “I’ll forgive,” he says “but it’s a permanent scar, you can’t forget it. He never ever spoke to me about this. He’s dead now and it still worries me.”