As a man who always invests large amounts of emotion in the sporting exploits of other people over which he has no control, the Ashes has always been a particularly dangerous affair. One Ashes win that led to frankly inappropriate amounts of happiness punctuating twenty years of disappointment not seen since the Godfather III, which is to say pretty fucking disappointing. Over the past week and a bit I have drawn into my Ashes shell with few interruptions. I've pushed the 5-0 drubbing we took last time around out of my mind and convinced myself that there is not one single scenario in which we cannot win this time around. That belief was shaken pretty badly during the first test to be restored be the unlikely figure of Monty Panesar with his bat in hand.
After celebrating a draw like a win, only in England, the second test has been a lot more enjoyable. Theres been a healthy dose of schadenfreude in the Peirson house today. Watching Ricky Ponting's face today has been an absolute joy. Dad has spent the day claiming, West Indian, Michael Holding is putting on his accent and was furious at the end claiming that England have never been offered the light, ermmmm. Sure there is plenty of time for England to fuck it up but like fleeting lovers, we'll always have today.
It literally baffles me why anyone wouldn't like test cricket. It is after all what separates us from the animals. Anyone who disagrees runs the risk of being on the end of a rant from me about why they are wrong and how they represent everything that is wrong with modern Britain. Any game with lunch and tea inbuilt is a damn fine game. Yes it takes five days, thats how long it takes for the theater to unfold.
Now lets enjoy the limited success before we are chewed up and spat out to wait for another twenty years to win an Ashes series. The wait will make it all worth it. Ask a Charlton fan, we've been waiting for years for ... something, anything! It'll be good though.
love love love x
After celebrating a draw like a win, only in England, the second test has been a lot more enjoyable. Theres been a healthy dose of schadenfreude in the Peirson house today. Watching Ricky Ponting's face today has been an absolute joy. Dad has spent the day claiming, West Indian, Michael Holding is putting on his accent and was furious at the end claiming that England have never been offered the light, ermmmm. Sure there is plenty of time for England to fuck it up but like fleeting lovers, we'll always have today.
It literally baffles me why anyone wouldn't like test cricket. It is after all what separates us from the animals. Anyone who disagrees runs the risk of being on the end of a rant from me about why they are wrong and how they represent everything that is wrong with modern Britain. Any game with lunch and tea inbuilt is a damn fine game. Yes it takes five days, thats how long it takes for the theater to unfold.
Now lets enjoy the limited success before we are chewed up and spat out to wait for another twenty years to win an Ashes series. The wait will make it all worth it. Ask a Charlton fan, we've been waiting for years for ... something, anything! It'll be good though.
love love love x
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