Canine Fanciers,
There's something up with Pup.
Maybe playing hurt?
Only had to have had a look at him in the crystal bucket over the past five days.
MJC tried hard all week to hide his humanity.
Always keen on Day One on doing nothing at all in the field, constantly scouting for a position where the ball was consistently not going.
Might as well have stood under a shady gum tree.
Day Two, came out and put together a well made 9 in 81 minutes, before offering a gimmee to the Poms.
Obviously intent on just holding up an end...ran nothing more than a single until Mr Cricket forced him to make a four, all run!
Ambled rather creakily to the crease to make his ground at the end of that.
Spent Day Three on the massage table having his spine walked on by a 4'6" Thai massuese.
Day Four; the only time anyone spotted him, he was dressed in cotton wool at point or cow corner; a good look that.
Then did his best work on Day Five, contriving to grass a sitter at slip.
First he saw of it was when he looked down and it was spinning around on its axis at his feet.
What's more, his second shocker of the match.
Shaggers Back is as good a thing to blame it on than anything else.
A chronic injury in the true sense of the word; longstanding, lingering, loitering, incurable and inadvertedly but seriously aggravated when he started going hammer'n'tongs on Our Lara.
That's when he needed to hire a life coach.
Pup'll end up one day in the Compo Chair, and finish his career in a Jason Recliner.
Will he last long enough to see Punter fail to survive the workings of the razor gang after losing The Ridiculous Little Urn, yet again --- to take on the Captaincy, however briefly?
Do the fools allegedly in charge aka the Chairman and the Three Wise Men have a Plan B for anything, let alone the Ashes or the succession?
