Friday, 7 August 2009


I though I'd spend a day listening to the cricket. As a Yorkshireman, I consider Headingley to be a spiritual home, and memories of Willis and Botham putting the Australians to the sword years ago still warm the memory.

However, the rosy glow didn't last long. England's batting hardly lasted for as long as it takes to say "England Batting Collapse". Then it got even worse. The ineptitude of England's batting paled in comparison to the utter cluelessness of the bowling. The slender England score was overtaken for the loss of only one Aussie wicket as the bowlers persistently bowled short and seemed unable to learn from their mistakes as the ball flew to the boundary in all directions.

Ponting's just got himself out , but it's all too late, I fear.

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