Sri Lanka crushed.

Talk about blink and you miss it. Could not get wifi for some 30 hours, and what do you know – Sri Lanka dismissed for 91, and then lose lose by an innings and 88 runs. Sounds as if Anderson and Bairstow practically won it alone. Look forward to the next one. Lankans just not used to the grey and the green!

On a totally separate note, how on earth can a Test win be worth only double that of a flash in the pan T20. No joined up thinking there. What’s the point of this points system?

First day of the Tests

Followed the likes of Selvey, Bumble and Aggers and co on Twitter as they woke up under grey Leeds skies to report on the Tests. Sorry that Cook couldn’t put on another 20 to hit 10,000. What an achievement that will be when it happens, possibly in the next innings.

Watched the second session with M.O’Donnell of Melbourne (not related to Simon of late 80s Ashes fame  – I’ve asked him). He brought the team luck as Bairstow and Hales rode the storm. Looking forward to clocking in later and watching our boys try and post something decent.

Cricket was apparently ruined for Martin O’Donnell when he learnt as a schoolboy that whilst a fielder may take a catch, it is the bowler who really receives the credit. On which note, the Sri Lankans held their chances yesterday, catches win matches,

World Cup 2016 Finalists

Oh, that world finalists. Reeks of close but no cigar. Well, at least we showed up for all but four balls of it! No questions, 20/20 is a great format. If the Windies win fails to re-ignite passion in the Carribean for the Noble Game then, we might aswell all just pack up our bags, chop our Size 3 Gunn & Moore – banished to the loft – Bats into kindling and swamp our Nieces and Nephews with Basketballs.

It is not easy following Live Cricket living in China. Most Chinese people I have met seem to think it is an odd form of Baseball. Many Americans also think the same. But where there is a will, there is a way. Taking a much needed ‘Teacher Break’ on the Tropical Island of Hainan. The Climate somewhat resembles that of the Caribbean, and it is on a similar Latitude. But not a cricket ground in sight.

Having watched two thirds of the Semi between India and WI, before falling asleep infront of some slight ‘buffering issues’ on a neighbour’s sofa, I was locked-in for the final. I presumed it would be India. So did he. Once Gayle had gone, and the over rate was ticking up, I thought there was no way back. How wrong we were.

The challenge of finding somewhere to watch ‘The Game’ rose last Saturday. We managed to find a Saffer who knew of a place. His tip turned out to be a good one. The Dolphin Sports Bar in Sanya came up trumps. By the time we arrived England were about 100 odd for 4. It sort of went downhill from there. A few late blows from Willey gave us something to bowl at.

I soon realised that barely anyone in the bar was actaully that bothered about the Cricket. Only when the Cricket screen switched to Football and I voiced an, “Oii!!’ did I realise I had two brothers-in-arms, Indians. It was a fantastic moment having Gayle caught on the boundary.

Sadly, after we had suffered the Football Screen moment, the Sports Bar only managed to recieve a very weak stream for Sky Sports 2 Live HD. I wish I knew why, as it meant viewing was pretty much a waste of time. The two Indians were following on their phone, as was I. Every 5 minutes or so we would see the TV screen updated to a fresh new freeze-frame some six or seven balls behind the info we were getting from our phones.

When the Windies needed 19 off the final over, I admit I did think of Bruce Reid and Allan Lamb but it was only a fleeting thought. This was ours – surely. “Six!”, cried one of the Indians. “Six”, cried another. “Fuck”, I whispered to myself. “Six”, the first one shouted. To rub salt in the wound Carlos Braithwate smashed Stokes for a fourth consequetive six to win the match. Kapil Dev / Eddie Hemmings – eat your hearts out. What a way to become ‘Finalists’. Well done WI.