new dimension of freshness
whiter teeth be great to have a lady
to hoik bricks at punter is so steady
im pickin cotton bobbin up n
down n my egos sayin
the kindest things about the angle
of punters bat as he strokes through the packed off
in the early hours haydos and symmo took a boat out on the bay looking to catch something to throw on the barbie for a late team breakfast. as they stared at the water and scrutinised the currents they reflected upon what they had done. waiting for the bites they knew would come they were not strangers to remorse. as soon as a big one is landed though theyll forget these less certain feelings and theyll want nothing more than to complete the increasingly savage whitewash.
the saddest most frightening thing for england (and cricket generally given how great freddie should be) is they way in which flintoff is taking on, more and more each day the series continues, the aspect of nasser hussein. lucky it was only a 3 day test.
rudi koertzen is statuesque.
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.
They’ve imprisoned the wrong man! It needs to be Brett Lee they keep behind bars and starved of cricket & weet-bix. Clearly the Australian team management is panicing if they are letting go so easily of the grand audacious Ashes winning strategy they put in place while in New Zealand in February.
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.