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 22, 2009
Holy water, Chelsea scare me!
There is only one club in London. And, although I have absolutely real affiliation with Arsenal, they are still the team I support. And I still chirp like a Londoner would. Funny, though. Most Arsenal fans don’t actually come from London. Don’t you just love branding and marketing?
Anyway, what I am getting it is….I have taken a fancy to the Chelsea pub in Cape Town. It’s a lovely little spot called Mitchell’s Brewery at the Waterfront and while they have awesome pints, they also serve awesome food. We went there last night to watch the game (which I didn’t really since I was pretty hammered by the time they kicked off) and I am really worried. Chelsea are looking like a bit of a juggernaut. Aston Villa showed that they can be beaten but then it just turns to a case of the walking wounded. I am really, really worried. I still hate them. Not just cause of the heartbreak they caused during the FA Cup last year but just because I hate them. Frank Lampard is a chav and John Terry is a mongrel.
On a differnt note, and I’ll definitely write more on this later, but the mister today referred to my take on Trinidad & Tobago as romantic. And not just because I’ve been cooing over Daren Ganga (so sexy!!) for the past few weeks.
No, it’s a romantic story. Beautifully romantic, it warms my heart. No talent in the Caribbean? Sodd off. Good on you boys for making it to the final.
October 17, 2009
I’m almost turned on
Almost is the key word there. But holy udder, Ross Taylor and Kieron Pollard have be almost a bit excited about this little tourney.
And I hope the Indian selectors enjoyed the Rahul Dravid show. And I hope they feel like right clowns.
Trinidad & Tobago will be in action tomorrow and I am almost feeling compelled to watch. That sexy man Daren Ganga recently said that they have not reached their full potential yet, let’s hope he ahaas naht puht da jynx ohn ieht.
I think RT and KP (da cool one) are related. They are not human. No. They are forged from the awesomeness of awesome, hand crafted where they make talented hard-hitters and dealt a triple serving of superb.
but they said we were playing
So I managed to brew the perfect cup of Kenyan coffee and, idiotically, drank it. Now I’m awake before my night shift and kicking myself in the head for it.
Asshole dog and I went out for a stroll. Well, I was strolling and he was chasing anything that moved and upon our return I saw the news about the bomb threats in India. At the cricket. I can’t lie, it left me feeling just a little bit sick.
While we all know that long gone are the days where cricket was considered a gentleman’s game it’s a sad state of affairs when politics and humanity start to infringe upon our sport.
Most of us watch sport to escape, relax and get away from real life while a team we either have an allegiance to or absolutely no affiliation with entertains us. This is how heroes, legends, role models are born but there is always an asshole in the equation that’ll ruin it for everyone.
Like the attack on the Sri Lankans in Pakistan, like the Hansie Cronje match-fixing scandals and like Pakistani politicians prodding the fire – just like that a silly bomb threat ruined what could have been a lovely day out for everyone. And while writers, journalist and couch commentators will write, moan and groan about this until they are blue in the face, there is no shying away from the fact that it’s a pity the human race has gone to shit.
Nobody was hurt and we should be thankful. There probably wasn’t even a bomb – maybe just somebody protesting the absence of Shahid Afridi.
October 16, 2009
Trinidad & Tobago do it again
Not only do they have a sexy captain but they are definitely the most exciting team in the Twenty20 Champions League.
Trinidad & Tobago are dynamite!
Kieron Pollard should be charged with assault. 54 from 18….holy mother. Daren Ganga actually managed to score some runs this time around – good on him. While the Aussie bowlers toiled and fumbled Pollard was having a field day.
Good to see Phil Hughes back in form and Dwayne Bravo still taking wickets and even better to see a normal West Indies side do so well. Ah, it arouses me, it does. I hope they win this tourney. Seriously. They deserve it more than Slumdog Millionaire deserved the Oscar.
And I hope that the West Indies selectors get some sense in their thick skulls. There is light at the end of the tunnel for West Indies cricket. If the administration can stop being little girls then I firmly believe that Caribbean cricket is well on its way to the good old days. Then I can finally retire to St. Kitts and open that beach bar…
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
tales from the offside 