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 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 15, 2009
balls to the wall and a little more action please
I got to watch my first game of the Twenty20 Champions League last night. IPL Champs Deccan Chargers against surprise-Standford performerss Trinidad & Tobago.
I must say, I was pleasantly surprised and reminded, in the most delightful manner, just why I do enjoy a bit of hit and giggle from time to time. This game really has the potential to be entertaining. That’s, of course, if you are amused by men with sticks slapping balls around in big open spaces.
I really enjoyed Trinidad & Tobago, though. As fellow blogger Kit Kat pointed out, these guys have got the entertainment factor down to a T. Couple that with Daren Ganga and his sexy accent on the mic (Da men chan’t all hea me so I haaf to be patient) and some good performances by Dwayne Bravo and you’ve got a pretty good formula for a really good match.
What makes it even better is that Trinidad & Tobago aren’t some moneybags team who have managed to rope in the best players money can buy. No. They’re simple boys with raw talent from the Caribbean. I’ve got a really, really soft spot for the West Indies. Lendl Simmons could be their saving grace – this boy is going to go far. It’s a real delight to see a West Indies side doing well after all the strike drama and after they copped a bollocking against Bangladesh (sic).
Forward and onward West Indies cricket!
Poor Deccan. They have not won a single match on their home turf. It’s a bit masochistic, perhaps.
October 10, 2009
The JR strikes again
This blog is increasingly becoming more and more about my dog. Here is a photo of Vasco – he would be Shane Warne if I were Daryl Cullinan. He is running around like an idiot again.
As you can see, he is an asshole but I absolutely adore him and he loves a cricket ball.
There’s been plenty of hype about the Indian T20 franchises performing well under par during the Twnety20 Champions League in India and I think it’s quite great and also proves that cricket will never be football.
Money bags Manchester City are doing quite alright in the English Premier League but money bag (insert cricket team’s sponsor’s name here) aren’t. Lovely. Go on Deccan Chargers!
Once again, though, I would like to reiterated that I really couldn’t give a toss about this whole shebang. I still haven’t watched one game. Go me!
The Sitter promised to write something tomorrow.
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 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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