no cavalier disposition
no frills nor fripperies
he bats round-shouldered
legs apart, more ready to shovel coal
than play straight in the classical manner
more relaxed and refined at the other end
weight on bat, one leg straight, other bent
at the knee, one toe to the ground, a yeoman farmer
lent on a gate turned a general of men,
he carries his duty [...]
I shall sleep the sleep of heroes
Lord’s is a library, where each spectator is a volume of memories.
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For England to draw was far more than a fluke. It halted a run of five heavy defeats in a row. Add a sixth to the list, and losing would no longer have been a habit, but fast becoming an addiction.
They were protesting about Ryanair’s dodgy employment practices. One of their daughters had paid £2500 to be trained up to work for Ryanair, only to be sacked the night before before she started earning. If I were her da’ I’d have been livid, and if I were going to the cricket the next day…
Not even rain can save Australia now. Wake up in Newport under a bright Simpsons’ sky, man of the match award adjudicator Waylon Smithers dithering between giving it to Monty Burns or Montgomery Burns. Maybe Pietersen will catch Smithers’ eye if he reprises Oval 2005.
All Cardiff’s a squidgy bum
no one sane believes England’ll save a game
It could be one of those days. Dull, overcast, rain forcast before lunch, turning to stair-rods with knobs-on at tea. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Girls Write Poetry
“Girls write poetry,
that’s all they’re fit for,
that and shagging,
but probably those who write poetry
aren’t that tasty: slags, bints and whores
to be quite honest with you
I’d rather have a wank
(and to tell you the truth, I often do,
if I can get it up)
“Girls write poetry. Us men,
Us Welshmen, Us Welshmen
from the Valleys who follow [...]