Purists,
Excuse my French, but...
Fuck my brown dog, Harold, if the Strayan Z team isn't embarrassed, then humiliated beyond belief, then degraded in ghastly fashion before copping a gigantic tusk up the runter good and proper, as Engerland tonk up a word's record score in an ODI.
And the 6/481 beat the previous world record by plenty and then some.
U-16's bowlers could have done better.
Little wonder TD Paine described it as "the hardest day of my life" with his poop-shooter in awful disarray.
Under usual circumstances, 50 over games are of little or no consequence, but the dreadful shame of it being England is dead-set fucked-in-the-face unbearable....forget the World Cup, there is no worse sight in world sport than seeing drunken Pommy cricket fans go utterly ape-shit with delirium as Straya are miserably hung, drawn, and quartered.
Trent Bridge will never be the same.
Where's the Sandpaper Sinners when you need 'em most?
What would Pup do?
Probably work on the principle that if you can't beat 'em, bash 'em, and gone around breaking Pommies arms and backs.
May the Good Lord Joisus help us.
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