While I was Shoaib watching, a real man, the real man, took 6 wickets for 32.
The real man, as if you didn’t know, is Dirty Dirk Nannes.
6 wickets for 32, did you hear the moon scream.
Wild, colonial, animalistic, aggressive, and pure awesomeness.
When Dirty Dirk gets wickets, mountains fall.
Pygmies cry.
And the world seems right, whole and perverted like it should do.
For some reason, Shaun Udal, Middlesex’s 14th captain this year, brought Dirk on 3d change.
Warwickshire were bowled out for 122.
Had he opened the bowling, like he always should, he would have bowled them out for 32.
And taken ten wickets.
That is the sort of mood he was in.
I wasn’t there, but I am sure at a lunch break he ate a cow, rare.
You haven’t seen anything like Dirty Dirk in full flight, and since no one was in Warwickshire today, no one else has either.
What I wouldn’t have given to watch the big ex bearded one steam in and take 6 wickets as men cowered in change rooms and women disrobed in unison.
Instead I saw Shoaib stretch.
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