I think possibly the cutest thing I have seen in the past twelve months is a three year old Australian boy dressed in pads and gloves with a little Kookaburra bat playing cricket in a net with his ma. He was quite happy to play act and pretend when there was no tennis ball to be thrown too.
This coupled with the Viking in the next net wearing a yellow and pink (separate) pair of pads made my Saturday morning. Especially as there was some sun. Shame about losing 3-2 to the Windies but could have done with Mo batting in the fifth as he did in the fourth.
We all love The Ashes but we’ve not won Down Under an awful lot in my lifetime. I turned on my Christmas present of a radio on Boxing Day 1986 to hear that Botham and Small had both taken five apiece. Happy Days. I think the next high point was when I watched KP on TV (C4) tonking it about in 2005. Big gap. Big shame.
There must be people out there who have followed the England team, and chosen 86/87 and 10/11 as tours to follow. I would not only like to go to the Casino with them, but listen to their share tips and and horses to back.
What do we take from a tour like that? Here are a list of one word / short rhetorical questions :
I think there were parts of Fred’s early time at Lancs I would like to have read more about, and of course 6 extra chapters on 2005 wouldn’t have gone amiss, but entertaining, and he seems like a man who just gets on with getting the very most out of life.
We gave India a run for their money in England this Summer. India beat Australia Down Under earlier this year. There is nothing like The Ashes for getting us fans excited about the Cricket to come. It is superb that it is going ahead. Front page of The Times today was Joe Root up against Pat Cummins. No Archer, no Stone. A shame. But Ben Stokes will be there. Hooray.
It is a simple format England. Enjoy it from the word go. What a fantastic country – enjoy it. Take 20 wickets, and post 500. There, job done. 😉
Hoping Mo Bobat has done all that is needed. There will be some kind of bubble fatigue. There is no doubt of that. Keep drinking the Pickle juice to avoid the cramp! With all the Strength and Conditioning Advisors and Nutritionists at hand you’d think the team are well prepped. Here is to Brisbane.
The T20 has been fun to follow. In the true nature of the ‘whizz/bang’ tournament, we have seen England and Pakistan ejected in the semis in the final overs. Jos Buttler played so well and it was a shame he was dismissed for 29 LBW against NZ as he had recently become the first player to score a hundred in all the disciplines of the game.
It will be a good final on Sunday I am sure. Many have said that it has been better to lose to NZ in the semis than AUS in the final. The 1987 ODI World Cup still hurts, yet so does the 1992 one. Many of the matches have not had large crowds which is a shame, but at least they have gone ahead (in the blistering Middle Eastern heat).
Lord Patel has taken over the reins at Yorkshire County Cricket Club. Vaughan is not currently presenting his podcast with Tuffers on the BBC. Headingley will suffer enormously financially unless it can start to host international matches again, of this there is no doubt.
I’m becoming a huge fan of Greg James and his broadcasting style. He loves a soundbite. I loved the way he pointed out Mark Nicholas’ tendency to insert “Boy” in to his commentary. I’ve started listening to the Alan Stanford episodes. Learning a few things about his past. Tailenders is always well put together and a very enjoyable listen. Good luck to Jimmy Andersen in Australia.
50 years in the making! A shame England could not make it over the line, and as Tuffers said it was a match that would’ve enjoyed (and warranted) seeing Woakes and Root there after Tea on Day 5 for the run chase, but it wasn’t to be. After 13 sessions it really was Shakin’ Even Stevens. However, Mr Boom Boom Howl Howl turned the pitter patter dripping tap into a frenzied waterfall returning a Wimbledon-worthy ‘speediest of the series’ spell of 6-3-6-2.
From that there was no coming back.
It was a truly superb Test, with no side out of sight until the hour before Tea on the final day. Capitulating on the final day has become de riguer at London venues. England came back strong at Headingley and fingers crossed the same can happen in Manchester on Friday.
When historians scan an eye over the bottom line it won’t make for pretty reading, a loss by 151 runs. As usual, the real story is so much deeper. The first day’s play was tough viewing. India grinding out a superb platform, which they failed to capitalise on during Day 2. Day 3 belonged to Joe Root. It was joyous to see him play so well.
Day 4 was again a grind. Viewing this kind of Test Cricket isn’t for the faint hearted. A couple more wickets in the evening session when the Umpires took the players off 8 overs early would have made all the difference. It wasn’t to be. Day 5 started well with two quick wickets but the tail was allowed to wag and then England were bowled out in just under two sessions. So disappointing. England will have to come back stronger, I believe we can.
I was not expecting to bowl a ball in Warsaw. A few years ago I read ‘Slogging the Slavs’ by Angus Bell, and was given to understand that I shouldn’t expect much in the way of Cricket in Poland, but I think the presence and standard has increased in the past few years.
After a day at work, I’d strolled back to the apartment through the beautiful Lazienki Park, when lo and behold I saw half a dozen men walking with Cricket bags. A sight for sore eyes. I watched them through the iron railings as they set up, and then made my may back for a cup of tea.
I drunk the tea on the balcony and decided to go and have another look. The astroturf was at the back of a School. There were quite a few Indians, one or two Poles and a bearded Irishman called Mike who seemed to be in charge. I took a business card from an Englishman called Ben and later emailed to see if I could join.
I went along the following week and it was great to turn the arm. I was asked if I’d like a bat, but without a box I didn’t feel too comfortable so gave it a miss. The Warsaw Hussars evidently play quite a few games. I never made it to their pitch which was apparently somewhere West of the City, but it was heartening to see these men gather on a Wednesday evening on Ulica Rozbrat and have a net session. There was even a bowling machine one week, I’d love to have been a fly-on-the-wall at Customs when that was unearthed.