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Sahibzada, I Owe You After This :)
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The mostest bestest foto of the ongoing 20-20 tourney :
*ADMIRES* *SNORFLE CACKLE CACKLE* *ADMIRES A LOT*
I didn’t mention the word ‘chokers’. No, I didn’t. I only cackled *Giggle*
So Many, Many Thanks, Shahid Afridi :) You’re a darling !
Also, it appears that people have been *SNORT* sledging Kallis. On the field, and off it XD
Kiss of the day
Afridi is also a player capable of rubbing the opposition up the wrong way. He is a confident character and isn't afraid of have the odd cheeky moment. After pulling Jacques Kallis for the second of two boundaries in three balls, Afridi blew the bowler a little kiss. Kallis was far from impressed and in his next over cranked up the pace. It may have been a kiss from Afridi, but there was certainly no love lost.
"He [Kallis] came close to me, I gave him a kiss," Afridi said. "A flying kiss."
And
Fat Jack is throwing the ball at Mr Boom
It is hard to fault the organisation of this World Twenty20 but I do think that when the players line up to sing their national anthems, they could be supported with a vocal track. As they mumble and mime their way through seven or eight verses celebrating their country's green fields/open grasslands/rocky mountains, your heart goes out to the poor dears; their no doubt sincere patriotism remains entirely unexpressed thanks to the tone deafness of the professional sportsperson.
Still, I find the ritual compelling because it offers you the chance to study these players away from the heat of battle. Pakistan's line-up before the semi-final began had uncle Younis, chin up, singing manfully. Then the camera moved on to mournful looking Misbah, lingered awhile on Kamran Akmal's impressive teeth, on the fragile features of Shoaib Malik, and finally on the real star, Shahid Afridi, his hair lifting slightly in the Nottingham breeze, looking as though he'd just finished shooting a shampoo commercial.
And perhaps it was follicular jealousy that led Jacques Kallis to sledge the floppy-fringed one soon after he arrived at the crease. Afridi responded with a couple of boundaries that had me out of my seat. At this point, my daughter wanted to know what was happening. Seizing the opportunity to initiate her into the world of international cricket, I explained all about Kallis and Afridi, sure that these two compelling characters were bound to capture the imagination of an impressionable mind. She listened dutifully for a while and then ran off to impress her mother with her new-found knowledge.
"Fat Jack is throwing the ball at Mr Boom," she reported. A reasonable summary.
You had to feel a little sorry for fat Jack though. A man of substance, he played his hand sensibly, threading the gaps, crafting boundaries where required, and by his lone efforts keeping South Africa in the hunt. But he was thoroughly upstaged by the aforementioned Mr Boom, who thrashed the ball around delightfully, used up three bats during the course of his half-century, and was finally out attempting to land a ball on the moon.
There will be much mention of the C word. But in my dictionary a choker is a closely fitting piece of neckware or a person who practices strangulation in their spare time. Although one or two of the South Africans could pass for stranglers, I suspect that such a hobby is difficult to sustain alongside a career in professional sport. So let's hear no more of the C word and a little more of the P word. Pakistan play Twenty20 the way God intended: expecting nothing and risking everything. They would be worthy winners.
And again :
Kumar Sangakkara -
This chatty Sri Lankan is a raconteur behind the stumps and regularly wrong-foots opponents by quoting Oscar Wilde. "Consistency," he once triumphantly declared to a bemused Jacques Kallis, "is the last refuge of the unimaginative."
Sanga, hun, that’s unfair. I bet Kallis wouldn’t know wtf you’re talking about even if you hit him onna head with Oscar’s complete works XD XD
Gems from the same article:
Virender Sehwag
Teaches us that the external world is illusory and that pitches, bowlers and cricket matches do not exist. The essence of Sehwagism is simple. If it moves, hit it. If it doesn't move, hit it. If you can't quite see what it is, hit it.
Chris Gayle
Siddhartha Gautama once resolved to sit at the foot of the Bodhi tree and not move until he had found Truth. Centuries later, the West Indies captain seeks to emulate the Buddha's search for enlightenment by standing completely motionless for hours at a time.
Kevin Pietersen
A devotee of Freud's theory of the Super Ego, he has added much to the school of Existentialism, with his poignant writings on the loneliness of the million-dollar sportsman and his habit of referring to himself in the third person.
Sourav Ganguly
Like Machiavelli's ideal ruler, the Prince of Kolkata understands that sometimes it is necessary to treat people badly for their own good and that it is better to be feared than to be loved.
Andrew Symonds
When not lassoing sharks or strangling wild pigs with his bare hands, Roy can often be found poring over the works of John Stuart Mill. A devotee of free speech, his career thus far has been a refutation of the philosophy of Rene Descartes: "I [don't] think, therefore I am."
Adam Gilchrist
Rejected Steve Waugh's "Spirit of Cricket" in favour of Aristotle's Nichomachean Ethics. The Jimmy Stewart of the cricket world, this jug-eared gloveman always walks when he nicks it. Unless it really matters, obviously.
Shane Warne
Believes that man should throw off the shackles of coachism and obtain ownership of the means of selection. The acceptable face of Marxism, his stock delivery pitches on the right before veering sharply to the left.
Daniel Vettori
A follower of Flemingism and The Way of The Straight Bat, this bespectacled monk spent many years sitting silently on wooden benches, absorbing the teaching of the master and contemplating the nature of defeat.
Harbhajan Singh
A true Nietchzsean, he believes we should not be bound by meekness. The superior man does not let Australians, ethics or the ICC Playing Regulations restrict him. And the weak and childlike are often deserving of a slap. Thus spake Harbhajan.
Glenn McGrath
Practitioner of the philosophic arts, this latter-day Socrates is a master of inductive reasoning: ("We're going to win five-nil") and a skilled rhetorician ("Hey, Eddo, why are you so f***in' fat?")
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‘nywayZ, the main problem now is - who do I support in today’s finals ? *Sniffle* On one hand, Sahibzada and Younus, on the other, Sanna and Murli UGH It’s So Difficult !!!
…
The mostest bestest foto of the ongoing 20-20 tourney :
*ADMIRES* *SNORFLE CACKLE CACKLE* *ADMIRES A LOT*
I didn’t mention the word ‘chokers’. No, I didn’t. I only cackled *Giggle*
So Many, Many Thanks, Shahid Afridi :) You’re a darling !
Also, it appears that people have been *SNORT* sledging Kallis. On the field, and off it XD
Kiss of the day
Afridi is also a player capable of rubbing the opposition up the wrong way. He is a confident character and isn't afraid of have the odd cheeky moment. After pulling Jacques Kallis for the second of two boundaries in three balls, Afridi blew the bowler a little kiss. Kallis was far from impressed and in his next over cranked up the pace. It may have been a kiss from Afridi, but there was certainly no love lost.
"He [Kallis] came close to me, I gave him a kiss," Afridi said. "A flying kiss."
And
Fat Jack is throwing the ball at Mr Boom
It is hard to fault the organisation of this World Twenty20 but I do think that when the players line up to sing their national anthems, they could be supported with a vocal track. As they mumble and mime their way through seven or eight verses celebrating their country's green fields/open grasslands/rocky mountains, your heart goes out to the poor dears; their no doubt sincere patriotism remains entirely unexpressed thanks to the tone deafness of the professional sportsperson.
Still, I find the ritual compelling because it offers you the chance to study these players away from the heat of battle. Pakistan's line-up before the semi-final began had uncle Younis, chin up, singing manfully. Then the camera moved on to mournful looking Misbah, lingered awhile on Kamran Akmal's impressive teeth, on the fragile features of Shoaib Malik, and finally on the real star, Shahid Afridi, his hair lifting slightly in the Nottingham breeze, looking as though he'd just finished shooting a shampoo commercial.
And perhaps it was follicular jealousy that led Jacques Kallis to sledge the floppy-fringed one soon after he arrived at the crease. Afridi responded with a couple of boundaries that had me out of my seat. At this point, my daughter wanted to know what was happening. Seizing the opportunity to initiate her into the world of international cricket, I explained all about Kallis and Afridi, sure that these two compelling characters were bound to capture the imagination of an impressionable mind. She listened dutifully for a while and then ran off to impress her mother with her new-found knowledge.
"Fat Jack is throwing the ball at Mr Boom," she reported. A reasonable summary.
You had to feel a little sorry for fat Jack though. A man of substance, he played his hand sensibly, threading the gaps, crafting boundaries where required, and by his lone efforts keeping South Africa in the hunt. But he was thoroughly upstaged by the aforementioned Mr Boom, who thrashed the ball around delightfully, used up three bats during the course of his half-century, and was finally out attempting to land a ball on the moon.
There will be much mention of the C word. But in my dictionary a choker is a closely fitting piece of neckware or a person who practices strangulation in their spare time. Although one or two of the South Africans could pass for stranglers, I suspect that such a hobby is difficult to sustain alongside a career in professional sport. So let's hear no more of the C word and a little more of the P word. Pakistan play Twenty20 the way God intended: expecting nothing and risking everything. They would be worthy winners.
And again :
Kumar Sangakkara -
This chatty Sri Lankan is a raconteur behind the stumps and regularly wrong-foots opponents by quoting Oscar Wilde. "Consistency," he once triumphantly declared to a bemused Jacques Kallis, "is the last refuge of the unimaginative."
Sanga, hun, that’s unfair. I bet Kallis wouldn’t know wtf you’re talking about even if you hit him onna head with Oscar’s complete works XD XD
Gems from the same article:
Virender Sehwag
Teaches us that the external world is illusory and that pitches, bowlers and cricket matches do not exist. The essence of Sehwagism is simple. If it moves, hit it. If it doesn't move, hit it. If you can't quite see what it is, hit it.
Chris Gayle
Siddhartha Gautama once resolved to sit at the foot of the Bodhi tree and not move until he had found Truth. Centuries later, the West Indies captain seeks to emulate the Buddha's search for enlightenment by standing completely motionless for hours at a time.
Kevin Pietersen
A devotee of Freud's theory of the Super Ego, he has added much to the school of Existentialism, with his poignant writings on the loneliness of the million-dollar sportsman and his habit of referring to himself in the third person.
Sourav Ganguly
Like Machiavelli's ideal ruler, the Prince of Kolkata understands that sometimes it is necessary to treat people badly for their own good and that it is better to be feared than to be loved.
Andrew Symonds
When not lassoing sharks or strangling wild pigs with his bare hands, Roy can often be found poring over the works of John Stuart Mill. A devotee of free speech, his career thus far has been a refutation of the philosophy of Rene Descartes: "I [don't] think, therefore I am."
Adam Gilchrist
Rejected Steve Waugh's "Spirit of Cricket" in favour of Aristotle's Nichomachean Ethics. The Jimmy Stewart of the cricket world, this jug-eared gloveman always walks when he nicks it. Unless it really matters, obviously.
Shane Warne
Believes that man should throw off the shackles of coachism and obtain ownership of the means of selection. The acceptable face of Marxism, his stock delivery pitches on the right before veering sharply to the left.
Daniel Vettori
A follower of Flemingism and The Way of The Straight Bat, this bespectacled monk spent many years sitting silently on wooden benches, absorbing the teaching of the master and contemplating the nature of defeat.
Harbhajan Singh
A true Nietchzsean, he believes we should not be bound by meekness. The superior man does not let Australians, ethics or the ICC Playing Regulations restrict him. And the weak and childlike are often deserving of a slap. Thus spake Harbhajan.
Glenn McGrath
Practitioner of the philosophic arts, this latter-day Socrates is a master of inductive reasoning: ("We're going to win five-nil") and a skilled rhetorician ("Hey, Eddo, why are you so f***in' fat?")
…
‘nywayZ, the main problem now is - who do I support in today’s finals ? *Sniffle* On one hand, Sahibzada and Younus, on the other, Sanna and Murli UGH It’s So Difficult !!!
…