Excuse Me Ricky,

I don’t mind losing Ricky.

Being a Victorian and a Collingwood supporter I have a sick love for it.

But losing like that, with limp dicks in your hand, that is what shits me.

There was nothing radical tried.

No rabbits pulled out of anything.

Not a hint of creativity.

The plan seemed to revolve around giving Johnson the ball, and hoping the pitch would keep low.

No 8-1 fields, no overs of bouncers, no Krazy Krejza bowling wide of off stump, no Katich, no Roy, and no fucking clue.

You are supposed to be the captain of Australia.

Not South Africa.

If South Africa want to win with their defensive fields and text book thinking let them.

That is not our way.

Put a leg slip in and bowl at the hip for an over.

Try Hussey with the keeper up at the stumps.

Keep all the fielders up for 5 overs.

Try something.

Because I don’t mind losing to a team that does something special to win, but not one who just cruises along because you can’t give them obstacles.

414 is not the score it used to be, but it’s still supposed to be hard.

This was not hard, they could have chased 515 just as easily.

Fucken hell, if you have given up ideas give the job to someone else.

Give it to the Krab, Hussey or Clarke.

Bring in White or North.

Hell give it to an aging hairless albino badger who has no eyes, no sense of direction and no hope of holding a cricket bat.

I don’t care, but I refuse to go out like this.

Go out playing millionaire shots.

Go out with 5 slips 3 gullys and a short leg.

But enough of this chicken ass shit.

Yours Etermally

Jrod

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