Those of you with elephantine memories may be wondering whether Cricket Life‘s out yet.
However, their website has been updated with a fantastic picture of Mike Hussey.
“Okay, Mike. If you could just try and look a bit more like a retarded cow then that’d be great.
“Okay, bit more frightened…
“Bit more frightened…
“That’s it!”9 Appeals
We’ve been waiting for the announcement of England’s Stanford squad with the strange notion that we’d have something to say about it.
Other than bemoaning the absence of Ian Austin, Chris Tavaré and Alan Igglesden, we’ve nothing.
The squad’s who you think it is and the same players make up England’s one-day squad for the one-day series in India later in the year.
Here are the names of the players accompanied by some fake county brandings that we’ve included in order to raise the whole dreary non-event into the ‘barely tolerable’ bracket:
Kevin Pietersen (Hampshire Ham Sandwiches, captain)
James Anderson (Lancashire Lancastrians)
Ian Bell (Warwickshire Wombs)
Ravi Bopara (Essex Extendable Loft Ladders)
Stuart Broad (Nottinghamshire Nasturtiums)
Paul Collingwood (Durham Database Administrators)
Alastair Cook (Essex Espadrilles)
Andrew Flintoff (Lancashire Liquid Refreshment)
Stephen Harmison (Durham Deviant Dancing Queens)
Samit Patel (Nottinghamshire Nitro Boosts)
Matt Prior (Sussex Slapheads)
Owais Shah (Middlesex Middle Sexes)
Graeme Swann (Nottinghamshire Nads)
Ryan Sidebottom (Nottinghamshire Nomadic Hunter-Gatherers of the Arctic Tundra)
Luke Wright (Sussex Sickle Cell Anaemia Symptoms)
Did you know about this? Why did no-one tell us?
Here’s what the Britain’s Best Dish site says:
“After a hugely successful transition to cuisine, Mark has returned to present the second series of Britain’s Best Dish.”
We suppose that if you make a hugely successful transition into something, you’re left with no choice.
So what exactly happens on the show?
Well, some people make some food and then some judges say which food’s best. To better ratchet up the tension, Nicholas announces the results over a slow, muffled beat and then a cheap Casio keyboard plays a short ‘ta-daaaa’ fanfare to honour the victor. The Wire it ain’t.
Also, Nicholas dresses like a snooker player throughout. The exact reason for this is unclear.
One of the judges is Jilly ‘damn it woman, just tell me if it’s nice or not’ Goolden. Apparently, her interests include gardening, animals, wildlife, horses, ghosts and palmistry, which we thought was worth sharing, even though it’s wholly unrelated to cricket.
The title for this post could easily have been: ‘Mark Nicholas – Britain’s Best Dish’.
You’ll notice that it isn’t that.7 Appeals
Does it have to end in September?
Obviously it does, but the start of autumn’s a maudlin sort of time anyway. Do we really have to exacerbate it? While a big finish to the season would appear a cheering sort of thing, what it actually seems like is the death of summer.
Let’s say the championship’s decided on the final day of the season again. The final ball goes for four or whatever and the winning team cheer.
‘Hurray,’ they say. They punch the air, grab a stump and then run inside, because it’s getting chilly and dark. Once inside, they stay there for seven months.
There’s also the problem that the counties have been playing for five months now and the county in first place, Nottinghamshire, have four wins and eight draws, while the county in seventh place, Lancashire, have three wins and nine draws. Have we got anywhere at all? There was a bigger gap than that after one match.
Firstly, they should change the County Championship to three leagues of six. With ten first-class fixtures a year, they could have reserve days and therefore get through more matches. If they get more results, championship victory will be more meaningful and with fewer matches ordinary people could actually have an outside chance of knowing what’s going on.
Secondly, they should play the Twenty20 Cup – not the Twenty20 league, but the EPL thing – in Sharjah or somewhere in October or November so that we all have something to look forward to.
They could even charter a load of flights and try and organise some affordable, week-long holidays, so that British people could submit themselves to some daylight while also catching a bit of cricket.
Of course it can’t happen because cricketers all play for five different teams and it’s impossible to find a window where anyone’s free.7 Appeals
If you want to see the technology of tomorrow, today: go to Japan. If you want to see the cricketing fixture lists of tomorrow, today: look to India.
India have never played a home Test against Bangladesh, despite the latter being a Test team since 2000. They don’t want to, because it won’t earn them much money, so they don’t. It’s really not supposed to work like that, but it does.
This winter, England are touring India. We’ve already moaned about how there are seven one-day internationals and only two back-to-back Tests. We hate back-to-back Tests. When it’s two of five Tests, we can just about cope, but when a whole series is being whisked before your eyes in under a fortnight, it’s hard to avoid the feeling that it’s a commitment joylessly ticked off – like New Year’s Eve.
India tour New Zealand in 2009 and it goes without saying that that’s a bare minimum two back-to-back Tests as well. But India don’t hate Test cricket. Don’t think that. Australia arrive shortly for a four Test series, with all the accompanying fanfare and cash.
But for the ultimate potential signal as to what matters and what resolutely does not, you have to return to the England Tests. The first Test is due to start on the 11th of December. The Twenty20 Champions League finishes on the night of the 10th. Mahendra Singh Dhoni is ‘likely’ to be released from the later stages of the Champions League. We can only hope that does happen.12 Appeals
The team decide that they need a more experienced batsman to bat with the tail. The current number seven doesn’t protect the batsmen below him properly, so this is where I, Laurence Elderbrook, come in.
It’s an overcast day and our batsmen struggle. Before long the fifth wicket falls. The time has come for Laurence Elderbrook to take his stage.
Before I walk out, I take a moment to compose myself in the mirror. Resplendent in my cream flannels, I look immaculate. It is time.
As I turn away to pick up my bat, I catch a brief glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I point my elbow towards the mirror. It sports a horrific, green grass stain. This will not do.
I reach into my kit bag and calmly select a second shirt. I examine it thoroughly. It looks immaculate. I discard its soiled predecessor and don shirt number two.
As I pull it over my head I realise that the top button is fastened. Alas, too late. I have rushed into my attire with undue haste and the button has come off. I survey the garment with a considered eye. It is far from immaculate. This will not do.
Suddenly I hear a noise from outside. Are my crowd growing rumbustious at my prolonged absence? Apparently not. A team mate pops his head round the door and delivers the fateful news: I have been timed out.
It is at this point that I take the only option available to me. I let fly a huge, bestial roar and decimate the mirror with a blow from my forehead. In order to more thoroughly underline my profound dissatisfaction I strike the mirror thrice, at which point I am overcome by an unusual light-headedness.
I walk outside, catch the umpire’s eye and flick the Vs with the serene dignity afforded to only the very few.
Everyone admires my restraint. They admire me.14 Appeals
Ed (33 and a half) writes:
My sister’s broadband had stopped working so I rang her ISP’s help desk. After 30 minutes of stupid, obvious questions they said they’d have to send a BT engineer to have a look. When they told me it was going to cost £180 I told them to get stuffed and decided to have a go at it myself.
Anyhow, it was Twenty20 finals day so I thought it’d be a grand idea to have the telly on so I could catch the mascot race. When I first switched on there was some other game on from a couple of years ago so I got the BT master socket wiring diagram out and studied it.
It turns out that only two of the BT drop lines have to be connected (orange and white). Furthermore, only three wires need to be connected for the extension sockets (the fourth is only connected for neatness).
The first semi-final had started, so I had a cheese butty and a well-deserved sit down. Once I’d washed my first food of the day down with a cup of tea, I popped out for a ciggie.
Halfway through chasing the first extension cable through the kitchen wall I heard the commentators say that Napier was in. By the time I got to the telly he was out.
My sister came home with her two kids. They had been to some other child’s party and Chloe (my niece) gave me a piece of sponge cake. I don’t really like cake but I had to humour her. They then left to go to another party.
I was just about done with the phone socket for the Sky box when the mascot race came on the tube. I downed tools, got a beer from the fridge and parked myself on the couch. It was an epic, dingdong battle. Despite my loathing of the giraffe, I had to support him.
The giraffe lost. It was disgraceful.
I finished up and put all their furniture back in place. I had another beer and a packet of smokey bacon crisps.
I went home and watched the final while I had fish finger butties for tea. I had some more beers and went to bed.28 Appeals
6-1 off three overs? That’s a win.
We need to be more decisive about things like this. We can’t just say that there was ‘no result’ because there wasn’t much cricket. That’s just laziness. There was plenty of cricket.
Three overs is plenty and what we saw was clearly an England win. Steve Harmison put in an awesome performance walking in, whereas Mark Boucher was dire sitting in the dressing room.
There was, quite simply, a huge gulf in class between the two sides.7 Appeals
We learnt a lot through Graeme Hick. We learnt that nothing’s preordained. We learnt that heroes can let you down. We learnt that huge talent isn’t the sole ingredient for Test success and we learnt that if you mess about dropping and reselecting players it doesn’t help them one bit.
If you’re a bit too young to know all that much about Graeme Hick, during the period that he was qualifying for England he was quite plainly the best batsman in the country and quite possibly the best for several generations. At the time he qualified, he was 25 and he’d hit 57 first-class hundreds with a top score of 405 not out. Michael Vaughan’s 33 and he’s still only scored 42 first-class hundreds. Andrew Strauss is 31 and has 26.
In his first two Test matches, Hick made six, six and nought and never looked back.
Actually, that’s grossly unfair. For three years he averaged over 45 in Tests, back when that was actually quite meaningful, but after such a colossal initial disappointment, he could never win people back round.
We used to be mental about Graeme Hick. We believed he’d be better than Viv Richards for a long time after it was clear that was never going to happen. We’d check his average for every Test series. If it was above 40, it was proof. If it was below, we’d look forward to the next series. Hope was more important than facts during the Nineties.
Graeme Hick, despite his barely-even-mediocre overall Test record, has been an exceptional cricketer. It’s not hotly-contested, but he’d get into England’s best ever one-day side and he’s scored so many first-class runs it’s not even comprehensible.
A thousand runs in a season is considered ‘successful’. Graeme Hick has hit 41,112 first-class runs. Just think about that. He’s hit 136 centures and 158 fifties. He averages 52.
We don’t know how he’d know, but Steve Waugh thought Hick was the best 18 year-old in the history of cricket. Hick couldn’t maintain that level of overachievement, but he still ends his career a phenomenon.10 Appeals
He’s been playing in division two, which of course doesn’t count. That’s what Steven Davies has been doing.
He has had a good time recently though. Worcestershire are in the first division of the Pro40 league and played two matches last week.
Against Somerset, Davies hit a quarter of the balls he faced for four and finished with 92 off 60 balls. The match was tied. Against Gloucestershire he did even better, hitting 119 off 87 balls. Unfortunately, his keeping’s not getting rave reviews. We say ‘unfortunately’ but it isn’t really fortune, is it? It’s to do with concentration, co-ordination, athleticism and stamina.
At least Worcestershire should find themselves in the top division next year, so Davies, along with team mates Kabir Ali and Simon Jones, can give a truer indication of how good they are.5 Appeals