Watching Rahul Dravid, Sachin Tendulkar and Wee Wee Laxman bat is the reason I watch cricket. Wonderful stylists with great technique.
Watching a park cricketer - who probably wouldn't get a game in the Pura Cup - routinely count to four, then plonk his foot towards the square-leg umpire and slog his way to a ton is not. Actually, that's not fair, he only moves his feet every second slog.
Listening to Beeeell, Warnie, Griggy and Tubbs tell us about what a great innings it is doesn't make it any better. Nor does listening to the radio.
Nor does watching the Australians field like Inzamam Ul Tufnell.
UPDATE - Shit Gets Wickets
Justice is done. An innings full of rank swipes - possibly the worstest highest in test history - is ended by a rank full toss from the fielder who dropped the swiper off a sitter.
Admit it, didn't you expect Bracken to drop it?
The Cubbo's looking a bit bare minus Warney and pigeon, but find us another Saint Brett and it's all systems go. We've got batting coming through all over and gonna rack up 600+ and Saint Brett will fill the local hosies with injured curry munchers in their 2nd knock ( plus take a few wickets while doing so! ) A victory here and on to the finale.....
Posted by: Brett Pee | 27 December 2003 at 21:00
See.... i fulfilled my own prophesy. About those betting slips....
Posted by: Brett Pee | 29 December 2003 at 21:57