The Australian selectors are starving Brett Lee of cricket. They have placed a compleete ban on Lee taking part in form of cricket match prior to the ashes series which begins in July. The move has basicallee ensured that Australia will not lose the ashes. Lee is a starving tiger. He becomes leener and hungrier as every day of test cricket goes by. I can’t imagine he will be picked to play in the ashes until at leest the 3rd test. The vision I have is that Australia are trailing in the series 2-0. Then a leen, even haggard, desperate force will be unleeshed. The English will be fleeing the field rather than face up to the terrifying aspect that they feel is hunting them. Lee may not actually have to take any wkts. The wkts will be falling in the final balls of the overs leeding up to the Lee over.

Perhaps they should even stop feeding him his weet-bix.

If you followed all the above links you would have found Dhruvi’s page on Brett and perhaps even read the poem she wrote for him, well, here’s a song she penned for Clarkey (he needs it right now):

A song I made for Clarkey

Its after dark
There is a spark
I’m dreamin bout u
O my sweetie I luv you

Your hair like a dove
Your cheeks so red
Oh Clarkey my luv
Lookin at u i am red(Chorus)

You r so chubby
You r so cute
O’ u were my hubby
GOSH!!My heart wud be mute

I wanna take u home
Like a parcel
So we can be alone
Let there be no hastle
Take ur time….bebe

Your hair like a dove
Your cheeks so red
Oh Clarkey my luv
Lookin at u i am red

Its after dark
There is a spark
I’m dreamin bout u
O my sweetie I luv you

You’ve made me bonkers
You’ve middle-stumped me
O Mr.Heart Stealer
Dont u dump me….

Chorus