England beat Argentina
So what.
I left to go to my Dad's at 9.30. Pakistan were 160-1. I imagined that they'd go on to score over 500 and that we'd be batting to save the game against Kaneira et al. You'd think I would have learned during the summer to have a little faith. Two wickets had fallen by the time I got to my Dad's. Two more fell in that first over after tea and then, towards the end, Kamran Akmal played what was, in the circumstances, not a very clever shot to be caught at second slip. Sami didn't look like much of a batsman did he? England might bowl them out for little more than 300 on a pitch which has yielded huge first innings totals in previous test matches. Once again, even without Simon Jones, the bowlers did the business.
I think England showed what a good team they've become today. When I was panicing, well, not panicing so much as willing to give up, the bowlers were calmly going about their business, confident that a break would come, and that after one there would be another. Meanwhile Pakistan showed once again how they're the cricketing equivalent of Holland's football team. Their batsmen are great to watch. Wristiness like that is sublime. Then Salman flashes when he should be pressing on to a ton. Yousuf misses a yorker by a long way, as does the new number 6 and finally Kamra, oh Kamran. Thou hath the head of a melon and the brain of one too. Only Inzaman is left. I don't know why, but I love guy. He seems singularly amiable. He's a tryer and he's bloody good, only not good enough for me to want to get up at 4 o' clock to watch him continue.
It was great to see that there were a few people in the ground today. By all accounts it seems that Pakistan is a great place to visit, that the people are amazingly welcoming. I'd love to go and watch some cricket on the sub continent. I had thought that Sri Lanka would be the best place to go, but it might be Pakistan, given that going there wouldn't involve associating with the barmy army. Too late now though, I think. Maybe in four years' time, God willing, Inshalla.
I left to go to my Dad's at 9.30. Pakistan were 160-1. I imagined that they'd go on to score over 500 and that we'd be batting to save the game against Kaneira et al. You'd think I would have learned during the summer to have a little faith. Two wickets had fallen by the time I got to my Dad's. Two more fell in that first over after tea and then, towards the end, Kamran Akmal played what was, in the circumstances, not a very clever shot to be caught at second slip. Sami didn't look like much of a batsman did he? England might bowl them out for little more than 300 on a pitch which has yielded huge first innings totals in previous test matches. Once again, even without Simon Jones, the bowlers did the business.
I think England showed what a good team they've become today. When I was panicing, well, not panicing so much as willing to give up, the bowlers were calmly going about their business, confident that a break would come, and that after one there would be another. Meanwhile Pakistan showed once again how they're the cricketing equivalent of Holland's football team. Their batsmen are great to watch. Wristiness like that is sublime. Then Salman flashes when he should be pressing on to a ton. Yousuf misses a yorker by a long way, as does the new number 6 and finally Kamra, oh Kamran. Thou hath the head of a melon and the brain of one too. Only Inzaman is left. I don't know why, but I love guy. He seems singularly amiable. He's a tryer and he's bloody good, only not good enough for me to want to get up at 4 o' clock to watch him continue.
It was great to see that there were a few people in the ground today. By all accounts it seems that Pakistan is a great place to visit, that the people are amazingly welcoming. I'd love to go and watch some cricket on the sub continent. I had thought that Sri Lanka would be the best place to go, but it might be Pakistan, given that going there wouldn't involve associating with the barmy army. Too late now though, I think. Maybe in four years' time, God willing, Inshalla.
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