Corflu is coming therefore...
...it's time to talk about cricket.
I have to externalise (see, I'm learning to talk like an English Cricket Administrator) the emotions for which perhaps only the Germans have a word but unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately given their prowess and ability to cultivate talent in football - Germany doesn't play senior cricket. Of course we're all aware that they feature strongly in ICC World division 5 but since I suspect that's basically about the level of Sileby Village CC I hold the point to be valid. The point being, oh, hang on, yes, I remember... the point being that if there could only be one sport I could ever watch again it would be cricket, so it would be nice if I could include with excited anticipation, instead or mortal dread, my own national team in my viewing schedule, always providing fucking Sky wasn't the only way to see it.
All right, We lost. We lost in way that demands we find a new word for lost. We lost like Brazil against Germany at footie last summer. We lost like Adam when he tried to take on Buffy imbued with the power of all her friends (I am progressing my daughter's cultural education and therefore watching the whole lot from the start again - and when Adam says "interesting, very interesting" as Buffy turns his missiles into doves it echoes a famous football commentator). We lost like Mr Losey, all-time losing champion of Loseville who drives around in a car whose number plate is L05ER.
Cricinfo and BTL at the broadsheets contain the technical and political reasons for New Zealand beating England in a day/night match that was over before they had to turn on the floodlights, so I won't be so obvious as to articulate them here. I merely felt the need to register my own - inarticulable (is that a word?) - feelings because apart from this I'm really enjoying the tournament, never having been one for the purity of the sporting competition when there's whinging, moaning and the marvellous sarcasm of the dejected sports fan to be enjoyed. As they say after any match these days: "It's all over bar the phone-in".
I have to externalise (see, I'm learning to talk like an English Cricket Administrator) the emotions for which perhaps only the Germans have a word but unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately given their prowess and ability to cultivate talent in football - Germany doesn't play senior cricket. Of course we're all aware that they feature strongly in ICC World division 5 but since I suspect that's basically about the level of Sileby Village CC I hold the point to be valid. The point being, oh, hang on, yes, I remember... the point being that if there could only be one sport I could ever watch again it would be cricket, so it would be nice if I could include with excited anticipation, instead or mortal dread, my own national team in my viewing schedule, always providing fucking Sky wasn't the only way to see it.
All right, We lost. We lost in way that demands we find a new word for lost. We lost like Brazil against Germany at footie last summer. We lost like Adam when he tried to take on Buffy imbued with the power of all her friends (I am progressing my daughter's cultural education and therefore watching the whole lot from the start again - and when Adam says "interesting, very interesting" as Buffy turns his missiles into doves it echoes a famous football commentator). We lost like Mr Losey, all-time losing champion of Loseville who drives around in a car whose number plate is L05ER.
Cricinfo and BTL at the broadsheets contain the technical and political reasons for New Zealand beating England in a day/night match that was over before they had to turn on the floodlights, so I won't be so obvious as to articulate them here. I merely felt the need to register my own - inarticulable (is that a word?) - feelings because apart from this I'm really enjoying the tournament, never having been one for the purity of the sporting competition when there's whinging, moaning and the marvellous sarcasm of the dejected sports fan to be enjoyed. As they say after any match these days: "It's all over bar the phone-in".