pietersen 4eva

watch the big guy fit himself into the crease. the awkward crouch and the late adjustments, but once he’s got it right he’s unstoppable. once he’s fit himself into his bobbing twitching form.

i dont think anyone remembers that timberlake scored 100 this morning – that was a short passing excess. just to bring sexy back and dispel the crack mythologies.

pietersen = rain. his value to england is perfectly equivalent – this is not a metaphor. he is a rain god.

regardless of the the outcome of the match it is clear that the series is alive.

day 3

gm

mcgrath owns the deterioration in the pitch

ball played

pietersen tries to fit himself into the crease

zoom zoom

the things mcgrath can extract and magnify

what he can find

loves a good crack mythology

happy people on rooftops

Seeing endless shots of the public of London cluttering the rooftops around the Oval for a distant glimpse of the cricket, it was hard to feel sad about the result. They filled the windows of every surrounding apartment, they stood on roofs on the other side of the city with binoculars, veritably the people of England had taken to the skies.

I am more saddened by the fact that the Ashes are over. I can’t contemplate watching any other 2 teams compete in a test match now. It won’t seem like a real test. It will be as though its a multiple choice test or something.

That final 1st session was the greatest session of cricket I have ever seen. England scoring at over 4 an over, Australia pressing hard, creating chances, taking plenty of them. And Lee’s final over before lunch at KP. Holy shit. Surely the players don’t have to go off for lunch, surely lunch is offered to the fielding side. The Australians weren’t hungry, they’d clearly had their Weet-bix, stocked up on Milo. They could have kept go go go go go go go going all day.

After lunch the sadness set in. Sad that there wasn’t going to be a mad run chase, a final breathless last ditch attempt. After lunch, nothing.

cricket’s twisted fragile narratives and crazy ironies

cricket’s twisted fragile narratives & crazy ironies – the sublime El Warno, Australia’s last great hope, powering his team to unlikely victory, puts down the catch that sinks all hope. K “Wearing the earrings its not going to make me cover drive any differently” P who has dropped 6 out of 6 catches in test cricket is put down by El Warno. KP’s 6 drops have barely cost England a dime, El Warno’s one (final) indiscretion costs the urth.

Mateship is a constant.

the Australians declare a day of rest

Last night I was sure the rain was appropriately declaring a rest day in the cricket to honour Lance Armstrong’s final ride in the maillot jeune and his 7th straight le tour victory. Undistracted coverage for sbs would have been fine, Australia had given themselves plenty of time. The Australian’s wouldn’t have begrudged Lance his day. The two greatnesses have coincided for many years, the Australians are not strangers to the problems of yellow, the respect is huge and mutual – the Australians gathered together on the balcony to pay tribute to Lance, who earlier had toasted Glenn McGrath’s performance from the comfort of his bike. As it turned out the weather didn’t quite come through for Lance – his final ride was a wet one into Paris and the cricket started up just in time to conflict with the final few kilometres of le tour. Australia did their best to minimise the impact, it took them only 40 mins of game time to finish off the last 5 wkts. McGrath was doing that thing he does late at night where the wkts just keep replaying themsleves. In the end, over the course of the test match, McGrath dismissed every single English player, except the great KP. One day le P will be the saviour of English cricket, one day he will win the Ashes for his team (not this year though).

(Do those cute little stubbie holders the Australian’s keep their celebratory vino‘s warm in have their names on the back?)

KP

It feels like a song should play out over the PA everytime he touches the ball – some late 90s power pop tune of course. Perhaps, in the interests reinvigorating the one day from of the game, the ICC could even attribute some statistical incentive – a runs value – to getting the ball to KP. & they’d have to invent a new umpiring signal to designate that a KP had been hit. Some sort of hair moulding mime.

The Thrashes!

There was a headline in the Sun (uk) after England’s moment of glory in the twenty20 match on Monday – ‘THRASHES’. In memory of the occassion The Thrashes is set to become a traditional bi annual twenty20 contest between Australia and England. The MCC has gone as far as to call for the scrapping of the Ashes in favour of the new rivalry. They have recommened burning the Ashes urn and placing its contents inside a Pepsi bottle, “And while we’re at it,” their spokesperson continued, “we could burn that portrait of Shane Warne that they’ve just hung in our long room. That could serve to fill the bottle out a tad.”

An extraodinary event can have the most unpredictable effects. The MCC is suddenly all progressive. Australia has gone on to lose to Somerset. Some are suggesting that the Ashes could change hands after all. The way I see it is that The MCC turning avant garde is small fry compared the turn that would need to take place for Australia to lose the Ashes. Australia’s test dominance over England will be revealed to be ever solid.

It was very funny though to watch that formidable batting line up fall. Everyone was laughing. The joy produced in the English camp and in the fans was immense and equal to the hilarity in the Australian camp. As England laughed it up Australia laughed it off – they know what’s in store. England were great though – especially Goughie. Surely now he will make himself available for the Tests. He needs to play- his hair looks great at the moment. As does Pietersen if only to get that incredible hair into the test arena. England can’t go leaving their best hair styles on the sidelines.