Posts tagged: Cricket

Don’t Panic!

Sorry, but I am. Panicking that is. England have just come on again after tea with Kevin Pietersen just about holding things together. Looks like I chose the wrong day to give up sniffing glue.

Elsewhere, others are getting panicky about petrol. The BBC says they’re not, but having stopped off to fill up myself, I was amazed at how many cars and commercial vehicles where queuing to get in. Me, I dropped dead lucky having come in from the other side from the main entrance and straight alongside a pump. Read more ›››

There’s a Kind of Hush..

…well, if not all over the world, at least in this green and pleasant bit of it. This morning we were holding our breath wondering whether England could snatch the draw in the fifth test that would regain us the Ashes. Half a day’s thrilling bowling from Freddie Flintoff later and we;re beginning to think that they could win the game to take the series conclusively 3-1.

And while we’re pondering this possibility, the players have gone off for bad light which, while it aids the England cause, makes for a nervy time. Read more ›››

Phew!

I don’t know about you, but my nerves are shredded. Again. After my depression over the Old Trafford test, I couldn’t believe that three matches on the trot would have gone down to the wire. Again. Read more ›››

Bugger²

Having sat here all day with my LCCC hat on hoping for an England victory which we managed to turn into a draw. Bugger squared.

You have to hand it to the Aussies though, Ricky Ponting in particular. I fully expected him to be there at the end. On his own. And. And the losing captain. He almost made it, though not quite. Read more ›››

Bugger!

“The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley” as Rabbie Burns puts it. “Bugger!” is my more succinct interpretation.

Polly’s plot to get a day of test match cricket at Old Trafford has gone down the tube. Me and Mrs P rose early and packed drinks and sandwiches, slapped on the P20 and were off in the car before 8.30 for what would normally be a 30 minutes whizz round the M60. Read more ›››

Respect II

With the rain continuing to fall, it looks as though Polly’s plot to catch some test cricket is going to pay off. I booked Monday as a day’s leave some weeks back in the hope that the Old Trafford match would run to a fifth day as it did last year when me and Mrs P had such a good day out.

What with England scoring so well in their first innings, Australia’s batting collapse (so far), the unlikelihood of them being asked to follow on and a day’s play lost to rain, chances are that we’ll be handing over our ten quid apiece for what could be England taking a 2-1 lead. Read more ›››

Drained

It’s just gone noon and I’m completely knackered, emotionally drained by the up and down drama of one of the greatest test matches I’ve ever seen. An England win by just two bloody runs. My hands are still shaking, Think I’ll go and have a lie down in a darkened room. Read more ›››

Chuckin’ it?

Having been side-tracked by smoking bans and Iraq and other such frippery, I totally failed to blog on THE issue of the moment — the decision of the International Cricket Council to legalise chucking.

It’s the end of the world as we know it. Bowlers are now allowed a 15° elbow angle. So how is the umpire supposed to work that out? Protractors for glasses lenses? Look at the photo. What sort of degree is that? Read more ›››