October 23, 2009
romance is as dead as chivalry
and it had to take a bunch of Australians to prove it. As upset as I am about the loss, it really was kind of inevitable. I’ve been told on numerous occasions that if it sounds too good to be true then it is. As was the case with the Trinidad & Tobago fairytale.
I just can’t understand why Australian sportsmen are so damn good. I hate it.
Anyway, no need to fret. T & T should be proud. They’ve achieved what nobody expected them to. And they’ve opened the floodgates to talent in the West Indies.
Daren Ganga for president and West Indies captain. Kieron Pollard for mafia boss and assault master. Lendl Simmons for the cute poster boy. Add to that Nikita Miller as disco DJ to leave opposition in a spin and we are on our way to a great West Indies team.
I just had half a bottle of peri peri sauce with dinner because I wasn’t concentrating.
On a different note, I am very happy to have found somebody who shares my love for Daren Ganga. Check out Maiden Bowling.
October 11, 2009
But there is nothing on tele!
It’s true this and it’s also a complaint the mister has been echoing for the past two hours. Him and the JR have found solace in Summer Heights High. I’ve been listening with one ear and it’s something which could actually make me fancy the Aussies.
Speaking of which – I saw a very cool definition of cricket the other day.
“A game of gentlemanly conduct where everybody hates the Australians equally.”
You’ll have to chuckle and settle for this since the Sitter is still refusing to write anything. There’s nothing to write about, apparently. I have to agree.
Where is all the Test cricket? Somebody must hate me since the footballers are on international break and if I wanted to watch any sport it’ll have to be Champions League or Currie Cup rugby (eeeeuuw).
I didn’t watch this but I did see that Dirk Nannes is doing his thing with the ball in one of the Mickey Mouse games. Fine, I’ll admit that I just logged on to check the score for the said game and I am almost aroused by the fact that Dirka Dirka has got four wickets next to his name. It’s not quite as exciting as a run chase during a Test match Down Under but it’s almost got me looking forward to watching a Champions League game. Nah, I’m just kidding.
Slogging just doesn’t have the same appeal as driving through the covers or a patient, well-crafted innings with a strike rate that’s lower than your average. Or a four hour rain delay only for play to be abandoned for the day.
Solace lies in the fact that the England tour of South Africa is just around the corner. Or the English team coming home, or whatever. I suspect that the reason England pulled a bit of a rabbit out of a hat recently is because of their South African advantage and that they’ll probably pump their A-side.
Nonetheless, five days on the Newlands grass banks with beer and blasphemy, what’s not to look forward to?
October 10, 2009
huh?
I haven’t watched a single game of the Champions League. That’s very much to do with the fact that I am currently without transport and I’m doing all my work remotely. I don’t even know what’s going on and I don’t even really care. Go Deccan Chargers!
I’m really chuffed the Wisden got it right and handed the top gong to Shakib Al Hasan. It’s awesome to see that you don’t have to be a Hollywood blockbuster of the cricket world to earn some respect. This boy has all the potential in the world to become one of the most sensational cricketers of our time. Good on you son!
My JR is currently rolling around on his back growling at the air. It’s 1am. I think he must have been dropped on his head.
The Sitter is in hibernation and is currently refusing to blog on any terms! I’ve pulled him by the ears and kicked him in, what I suspect might be his balls, but no luck. I’ll try again tomorrow.
There’s an India-Australia series coming up if I have all my facts straight. And the English Premier League is on international break. Well, the players are anyway.
Arsenal play Tottenham Hotspur soon. Nothing quite like a North London Derby to get me aroused.
xoxox
Ms Field
October 8, 2009
fool me, fool you
I’ve been meaning to post something regarding Pakistan’s recent match-fixing accusations but I’ve been far more amused by my three month old Jack Russell discovering that he can carry whiskey glasses around. He seems to find them quite tasty, actually. I highly doubt Pakistan were involved in match fixing, they’re just looking for a scapegoat after their hippie mambo jumbo failed to deliver results in a Mickey Mouse tourney. Hypnosis? Seriously?
Ah, match-fixing is so much more dramatic and it diverts attention from the tough-as-nails Kiwis who achieved the unimaginable despite the injury demon following them on their trip to South Africa and after a number of their players were, reportedly, given muti.
So good on you, Pakistan. Once again you’ve managed to shy the attention away from the real problems in your side. The team is lacking a leader and you are in dire need some from fresh young talent. While Umar Akmal has been an absolute revelation, Mohammed Yousuf, Younis Khan and even to an extent Shahid Afridi, are all well past their sell by date, especially in the shorter formats. Match fixing. Pffttt.
In other news, the Champions League kicks off today and I am not up to date on any team news whatsoever and I don’t know if I really care either. I have a few weeks to decide, I guess. If the Deccan Chargers win then I’ll celebrate. I’m defintely a Twenty20 glory hunter.
I’m off to amuse the JR.
xoxxo
October 6, 2009
are they cricketers or are they dancers?
It’s probably not as catchy as the hit are We Human or Are We Dancers but it’s a pretty fair question. After Australia were handed their pearly white jackets last night they looked like the were meant to work in a lab somewhere. They didn’t not look like the best one day side in the world.
A mate of mine pointed out that they actually resembled Bear Force quite a bit. Spot on, I say. Go ahead and Google it (did you know spellcheck recognizes Google as an official word if you capitalize it?)!
I think South African must have thrown the trophy because they knew Graeme Smith and Jacques Kallis are too fat to fit in those sparkly jackets and they didn’t want to risk the embarrassment.
I’d also like to know why Dougie Bollinger (who was way too fat for that jacket) and Ben Hilfenhaus get jackets? They did nothing to aid Australia’s campaign. Coat tail riding….I think I’ll try it some time.
October 5, 2009
nothing’s gonna stop them
I won’t lie, I went with New Zealand for a win. Good thing I didn’t put any money on or else I’d be eating my desk for the rest of the month.
When the news of Daniel Vettori broke I knew deep inside that it was tickets for the Black Caps. The predictability of mediocrity is just too much. Some part of me, though, I remained deluded and kept on hoping.
Ran out to pick up some dinner during the break and, to my surprise, came back to find Australia two wickets down with Ricky Ponting’s scalp in the bag.
Joy. But, soon enough, it all just became too much of the same from the Kiwis as their support bowlers were well below par and Brendon McCullum continued to keep his dismal run of captaincy on South African soil. He made some questionable decisions and dropped a crucial catch. Tit!
Needless to say the mister fell asleep half way through and I was more amused by my Jack Russell and his newly acquired chew toy than the game. The random spurts of joy provided by Kyle Mills (who is a total hottie by the way) did get me to jump up and do a mini fist pump but nothing to make me want to message my Australian mates.
The dog is now still chewing his toy and I’m rather annoyed that I just lost the two betting pools thanks to a team who seems to lack the superglue and the support.
Gosh!
The tournament only heated up towards the end and now there is that Twenty20 Champions League to ‘look forward’ to.
I’m very upset. Or annoyed or whatever and now I’m just ranting and writing absolute bollocks to fill up the white space.
Evident then that Australia are pure class and they are the best one day side in the world at the moment. And well done to Watto.
But, damn, it hurts to say that!
Until tomorrow.
xoxo
Ms Field
the injury demon strikes again…
Daniel Vettori has been ruled out of New Zealand’s Champions Trophy final against Australia with a torn hamstring.
Who has been giving the Kiwis muti? That’s more injuries that I can count.
They’re batting first after winning the toss…should they pray for rain?
October 4, 2009
you’ve been hit by a smooth criminal
So looks like Pakistan will have to get a refund from that hypnotist then?
I’m starting to wonder whether New Zealand are about to execute the perfect crime here? They’re like the average girl at school you never wanted to take to the dance and then, all of a sudden, when she’s on the pages of FHM.
If they pip one over the Aussies I’ll be truly stunned. The best part of their performance is that they are absolutely riddled with injuries and they’ve just sounded a big, fat F off you dicks to all of the non-believers. While they’re probably still pretty shit at Test cricket, this has been quite a journey for them.
But I am not getting ahead of myself. I am well aware of the juggernaut of class that is Australia and just how powerful they are. If not a win for New Zealand, at least I’m pretty sure that it’ll be one hell of a good clash.
I forgot to mention how great it was to see England get knocked out. Once again, they just can’t perform when people expect them to. Perhaps they are sadistic and they take pleasure out of getting their fans still all excited just to let them down. Ah, shame.
On the football front, Sunderland nearly beat Manchester United in the Premier League but, of course, the referee had to oblige and assist them with a little (a lot) of extra time. Was a good game, though. Cha$hki against the Car Thieves today should be pretty interesting. Oh and then , of course, Arsenal will probably lose to Blackburn because that’s what they do when all the big teams drop points.
tales from the offside 