More cricket talk
Yes this is getting repetitive. But it is summer. The Super 14 doesn't start for another 4 weeks. My main betting interest is cricket. And in the middle of summer the only alternative to talking cricket is to talk tennis - and we all know how much I lurrrve tennis. If you want to read how the whole of NZ went into orgasmic frenzy as Marina Erakovic won her first-round match at the ASB Classic, go and buy a newspaper.
Actually I do like tennis. Just not NZ tennis. Or NZ tennis players. Or journos who think NZ tennis players ranked 262 in the world are about to become the next big NZ sporting superstar. But I digress. Let's get back to cricket.
First up, Richard Boock continues his printed appreciation of John Bracewell in this morning's Herald:
It was the Zionist poet Jessie Sampter who reckoned that simplicity represented the peak of civilisation.
But then, she'd never been introduced to John Bracewell's theory of rotation or selection; much less had to guess the likely shape of his 15-man squad for the upcoming tri-series in Australia, due to be announced today ...
Next, nice to see England show a bit of form in the Ashes - nice in a viewing context, as the quicker Aussie kill off the Poms the better for my ticker. Given how badly Warne bowled yesterday, they should be closer to 300 and I'm still bullish about a 5-0 whitewash, but as we all know sport has a habit of kicking you in the teeth from time to time.
The most interesting clash is happening over in Cape Town where it looks like India have brought over a pitch from Mumbai to play on and made hay while the sun shone. The draw went into freefall as a result which has me licking my chops and shitting my pants in equal doses. The pitch is dry and will either (a) remain a batting paradise making it the dullest draw since NZ played SAF at the same venue, or (b) will not last 5 days producing a result and me needing a wheelbarrow to go and collect.
If any of you are religious, get out your prayer mats for (b) please and I'll shout you a beer. Cheers.
Actually I do like tennis. Just not NZ tennis. Or NZ tennis players. Or journos who think NZ tennis players ranked 262 in the world are about to become the next big NZ sporting superstar. But I digress. Let's get back to cricket.
First up, Richard Boock continues his printed appreciation of John Bracewell in this morning's Herald:
It was the Zionist poet Jessie Sampter who reckoned that simplicity represented the peak of civilisation.
But then, she'd never been introduced to John Bracewell's theory of rotation or selection; much less had to guess the likely shape of his 15-man squad for the upcoming tri-series in Australia, due to be announced today ...
Next, nice to see England show a bit of form in the Ashes - nice in a viewing context, as the quicker Aussie kill off the Poms the better for my ticker. Given how badly Warne bowled yesterday, they should be closer to 300 and I'm still bullish about a 5-0 whitewash, but as we all know sport has a habit of kicking you in the teeth from time to time.
The most interesting clash is happening over in Cape Town where it looks like India have brought over a pitch from Mumbai to play on and made hay while the sun shone. The draw went into freefall as a result which has me licking my chops and shitting my pants in equal doses. The pitch is dry and will either (a) remain a batting paradise making it the dullest draw since NZ played SAF at the same venue, or (b) will not last 5 days producing a result and me needing a wheelbarrow to go and collect.
If any of you are religious, get out your prayer mats for (b) please and I'll shout you a beer. Cheers.
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