15th August 2005
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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 ›››
15th August 2005
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“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 ›››
13th August 2005
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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 ›››
7th August 2005
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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 ›››