Wednesday, 9 December 2009
NWG can imagine that being a professional cricketer would be pretty cool. Travel the world; play cricket; paid loads of money; representing your country (or the one you've resided in long enough); winning the odd match here and there. NWG could go on, but she's bored now.
Yet, despite all the wonderfulness, the admiration, there are some that still complain.
Let's take KP, mr. moan. Oh it's rained and I haven't had enough practice. Oh, my ankle hurts. Oh, my ankle won't heal. Oh, I'm always booed in South Africa, it's not fair. Oh, everyone likes Jonathan Trott now and not me. Oh, I miss my wife. Life's so unfair. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Suck it up, KP. Score some runs, that might help.
You don't hear James Anderson having a moan, do you? He's got a bad knee, but still manages to take wickets.
KP is in need of a stern talking to.
Who has the guts?