I've just been reading about the England vs Pakistan series and the exciting sight of a leg spinner on each side. Yes, an English leg spinner! A sight as rare as a Posh Spice smile. Of all the countries that play cricket only three really understand it. All three have had legendary legspinners. Australia has truly made legspin the art it should be. India and Pakistan are the only other country to have sported a few good ones, Qadir the loopy windmill, Mushtaq and Kaneria…
http://http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/4860720062-1 to India and an overseas series win after a long time. Does it partially take away the horror of the 4-0 England trip and the equally horrible Australian trip?
The England trip I was lenient about. There were loads of injuries to key players and it’s England where India hasn’t done particularly well. ( Summer of 42, anyone?) Of course, Rahul Dravid made it look easy and I like him, so it was painful, but not a disaster. Australia was. Even Dravid struggled and retired. Tendulkar should have (more…)
It’s a brave man or a cricket journalist who would dare to offer any predictions at all on the #Ashes2015 at this, the so-called midpoint of this edition of the age-old rivalry. I’m neither. I’m just a watcher eating rye. With marmalade.
The first Test went to England emphatically. Everywhere in the cricket news ( is there any other (more…)
3 or 4 years later, <after this story> I was in Canada, far removed from cricket. A chance remark by a friend at dinner found me searching out a cricket club in Canada.
Their first question “Do you keep wickets?”
“No, I don’t , but I bat a bit and bowl a bit.”
They were unimpressed by my bowling skill. Twenty years of rust were hard to shake off. Once again I found myself batting at #5, #9 and then, of course, #3. That old familiar state of affairs. I looked like a batsman, therefore I must be. I played for the club for 4 years and did not bowl a ball. I would get some action at practice sessions, 10-12 deliveries at best. Like giving a patient with a broken leg (more…)
And on a great island sat James. For he was the head, the chief. And this James coveted the riches of the kingdom of BCCI. For James's kingdom had once been rich in heroes. Jeff, with his slingshot thunderbolts, and the menacing Dennis had smote many in the field of battle. Shane the Wily had paired with Glenn the Metronome and they were led by the Steve of Ice. These modern greats had built upon the legends of older knights. Allan the Ugly,…