Another great day for the Engerland, The Sundays will be full of it, so I won’t bother with the cricket itself, except to say why today’s poem isn’t about Trott’s ton. It may be the TMS Champagne Moment (my pop still would be Katich run-out of said Trott) but the real innings which changed the character of [...]
The papers are full of it. Shock, horror, people drink at test matches. This is also known as lazy journos not looking for a story. Richard Whitehead ‘The Thunderer’ in The Times is perhaps the worst http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article6736701.ece
“Those not used to these occasions might think they have slipped into a Hogarth canvas.” My fourteen year old daughter, [...]
Odd test match, this. Were it not the Australians, nor being one-nil up in the series, nor the memory of 2005, most people would say it was a pretty dull affair, more or less ruined by the weather. Which would be more or less true, certainly from half-an-hour prior tea on the last day, when [...]
This could be a bloody long day, says Neil, my Aussie mate. Isn’t that just what you want? I reply. Mr Hussey looks ominously unfussy. Four overs in Flintoff finds the Lord’s line outside off-stump, Mr Cricket drives four and air. Each tests and raises the other’s game.
The ground’s filling with 1500 tickets left half-an-hour [...]
On Monday 3rd August 2009
after the departure of four of their team
Clarke and North guided Australia from nine hours
to safety. Navigating under the Southern Cross
in the northern hemisphere they reached haven
through diligence, application and no small measure
of audacity which brings its own fortune
On Sunday 21st April 1861
Burke and Wills reached Cooper’s Creek
nine hours after their [...]
no great drama, simply done,
perfectly flighted, and spun.
flight to draw the bat towards the ball,
without the ball being where the bat is drawn,
that is the guile of the craft.
to beat the stroke through thin air
thins the air though the air
itself turns as one in the deception
twirled twixt fingers and thumb,
end of story, the rest perfunction.
once [...]
When Panesar came out to bat at Cardiff less than a month ago, did anyone either side of the Antipodes reckon that Australia would face being two-nil down in the series? To prevent this, their task or test is a mirror image of England’s in the first Test – to bat out just over a [...]
I shall show them their maker’s name.
I shall not hide, nor angle nor feint,
But smite might with unholy power
The utmost of deliveries
Till their hope extinguishes,
exiled from the crease,
incarcerated for transgression,
denied deferred redemption
while I broad-blade all morrow into shape.
I am more than the Gods,
I am hero, I choose their fate
By the wreaking of havoc
When I show [...]
Today didn’t exist, fuller write-up to appear later about global warming and security from medieval times to be illustrated by five poems….
In the meantime, here’s the tweet-by-tweet commentary:-
body-searched x3 x2 not needed cos brought Sunday ticket for daughter. ‘For yr safety.’ Prefer the truth. ‘More than my job’s worth not to.’
Lad risks life & limb to rescue [...]
8-203 What a difference a day makes. England bowl accurately, no dud burgers, Australia found it hard to play or not play shots. From the prospect of batting second against 400 plus, England will probably be looking at 350 being a match-winning knock.
Half the spectators didn’t see Onions kick-off with two wickets in the first [...]
