Friday, 19 March 2010
This is what always happens.
Boy meets girl.
They fall in love.
He's a sporting hero.
And then Act II begins.
He's under pressure.
She's sad because people see her 'private' photos.
He's embarrassed that he has to deal with her issues.
They break up.
She's heartbroken and cries.
He's relieved and scores a century.
Monday, 15 March 2010
Once upon a time, in a land far away, where there was no television, no radio, no internet (no NWG? Oh the horror), where Matthew Hoggard was just a glint in his great, great grandfather's eye, where there was no Twenty20, no hawkeye, when life was simpler and no one worried about the end of Big Brother and what was to replace it, where no one had heard of Britney Spears and that was alright.
The year was 1877. English cricket was just a baby, all young and sweet and incapable of knowing what it wanted.
And then came along a little country you might be familiar with. Their name was Australia. They were on the other side of the world (which was really far when you can't get a flight via Singapore, but have to take the boat which takes six weeks depending on the wind). They liked the game. Even more, they liked to play England. For the rivalry was clear even back then. Beating England was important.
For it was on this day in 1877 that England played Australia in the first ever game of Test cricket.
Where gentlemen ruled the game.
Where there was no Ricky Ponting (though Glen McGrath was just a baby and considered too small for their bowling line-up).
And how did this merry story end?
Well, Australia only bloody won by 45 runs.
And so it had began.
Australia really have been beating England for a really long time.
Happy birthday Test cricket. You rule.