Sunday, June 8, 2008

notorious hottie riddled playground






Canine Fanciers

Heard the interview with MJC on departure from Kingsford Smith for the Caribbean:
”I’ve been on the phone to a few of the blokes over there, and Tim Nielsen, so I know what’s going on. I just can’t wait to get on my flight and get over there and play some cricket. It feels like I haven’t had a game in years”.
He didn’t sound too sad.
And then he turns up in Kingston, Jamaica a day late.
You would have thought he could have organised himself a bit better so he could have got on the handy to Punter from Miami airport and say “hey boss, just win the toss and send them in, will ya – I’ll be there in time to have a bat”.
Stayed awake for long enough, all the time tweaking the whisker on the crystal set for the best reception, to catch the first session on day two, when Clarke when from 35 into the 80’s, and then fell asleep secure in the knowledge that there wasn’t a more dead set certainty that a Clarke century in Antigua, with The Kat already having one in the dilly bag.
Seems like at long last Pup is beginning to discern the art of distilling your shot selection in accordance with the particular pitch you are playing on.
If you can’t do that you are dead in test cricket.
Murder the rubbish and the short stuff, while nudging ‘round the one and two’s.
If you find yourself batting on a six lane highway, straight driving would always be the go, yes?
No hooking or pulling, but with the occasional off cut and noodle down to third man and long on.
On interview afterwards he admitted to being very emotional and dedicating the ton to “Graham”
Probably the best test match ton that he’s ever scored by his own admission.
Did like this headline in the Bangkok Post:
“Clarke dedicates Windies ton to dead would be pa-in-law”
Never mind that he was superbly run out by Roy for next to nothing in the second innings, the job had already been done, and the match always looked like a draw anyway.
Interesting that the fiancé has turned up in Barbados, couldn’t be too sad either, to keep an eye on the kiddie in that notorious hottie riddled playground, and prevent any unsavory incidents a la Seth Efreaker last time around.
Suppose he will have to get used to having his style cramped off the field from now on.
Let’s just hope that it doesn’t extend to inside the picket fence.

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