Monday, September 12, 2005
Digital Ash In A Digital Urn
So, we won. Which was quite simply fabulous. If you didn't witness the events themselves, they're far better documented away from this rather tired memory. Needless to say, England put us through the wringer, but then it wouldn't be England would it? Trying to clutch defeat from the jaws of victory. And it wouldn't be cricket if it wasn't a convoluted and bizarre ending, which those who aren't enamoured with the game would be utterly perplexed by. Marvellous.
I do love cricket with a passion that many find hard to understand, especially considering how poor England have been in my lifetime, so it's quite lovely to actually have something to shout about. Cricket is a very old fashioned game. It's certainly one of the more favourable hangovers of the empire. And whilst you may respond that it's illogical and impossible to understand, drowning in jargon and old boy bluster, that's precisely why we love it. But we old school types are almost a little shocked when we do well. It's not very English is it? Just not cricket. Still, we'll let them off just this once.
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