October 24, 2009
they’ve still got daren ganga
Despite the fact that they have way more humility than what some NSW players have in their pinky….despite the fact that they lost T&T still have Daren Ganga.
That is awesome because:
1. He ahs dhat shexy ahcent
2. He is a better leader than anybody in the tournament, he fills in for God on his sick days, apparently
3. He is more attractive than the whole of the NSW team
4. He is modest about their achievements and honest about their mistakes
Australians are like the Asians with the squint eyes. Like them – only not so obvious on it with the looks and their audio and vocal sensors are better developed. I don’t like that they are so good. At everything. EVERYTHING. They’re aliens.
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 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 2, 2009
I just threw up in my mouth a little
As if the bollocks ODI tourney wasn’t enough we now have a bollocks T20 to look forward to.
Why, the Champions League is upon us. Who really gives a shit? Lalit Modi thinks that cricket can somehow be as popular as football.
Uhm, no, no it can’t. You can take your lady to a 2 hour footie game and get away with it by taking her for a dinner or a shopping trip later. And you can easily explain to her that the one team must get the ball in the net and the man in front of the net must try and stop it.
Can you explain Duckworth Lewis to her? You can’t. I thought as much. So now we’re stuck with a few more weeks of absolute bollocks cricket.
Australia seem to be well on course to hand England their backsides in the Champs Trophy. Good on them.
October 1, 2009
Miss Field makes her bow
All hail Twenty20! ODIs are dead!
While that’s a statement that will leave most purists cringing and the rest turning in their graves it’s one that rings true.
The Champions Trophy, which is currently taking place in South Africa, has been a load of utter bollocks. Aside from the Pakistan versus Australia game, it really hasn’t dished up anything other than the usual.
Sub-continental teams being under par out of the sub continent, a South African exit (not even a choke this time, just a plain crap performance), England performing when nobody expects them to and West Indies proving that cricket will never be the same in the islands again.
Testament to this was the thousands and thousands of empty seats at most of the games. Granted that the ICC cocked up organizing the whole thing (finals on a Monday?) but for the weekly day-night games the interest was well below par for a massive international tournament.
When I was just little, there was nothing more exciting that big cricket tournaments happening in my own backyard. The chance to see my heroes perform live in front of my own little eyes was a prospect that led me to annoying and nagging my parents until I’m blue in the face. Nowadays, One Day Internationals is the last thing anybody cares about. With the T20 overload we had to endure during the IPL and the upcoming Champions League, nobody really gives a hoot about Mohammed Asif making his return to international cricket.
ODIs have become the ugly stepchild. And it’s a middle child too. The worst possible place to be stuck. It really hasn’t done much for the game in terms of generating fans or profit.
T20, on the other hand, has had such a tremendous impact on the way even players approach the game. Tests have become absolutely riveting with captains taking a much more attacking approaching and, at times, even riskily declaring. The opposition are likely to attack mammoth targets and we’ve seen some Tests fetch run rates of about 5.something an over. Five runs an over! In a Test? By golly, that’s like Tottenham Hotspur winning the league in colour!
The fact of the matter is that ODIs either need a drastic overhaul or it needs to be scrapped. It currently serves no purpose. With most players calling for a Test Championship (yes, please!) and the rest of them retiring to focus on the more exciting short format stuff…who really needs the ginger middle child?
xoxo
Ms. Field
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