Thursday, October 9, 2008

The day that was

Australia

Did they play for a draw, or are they so scared of playing in India they play like little bitty bitches?

Probably the latter.

Ponting played like a batsman protecting his beer in a club of roudy young men.

Katich and Hussey batted as per usual.

Boring.

Partnerships were the key, when Katich went out, India needed another wicket and Ponting and Hussey formed a second healthy partnership and India had to wait.

Singles were important too, at times when India were on top the aussies would play the ball to cover or point and run on impulse without ever looking in danger.

India

Fielded like corpses most of the day.

Instead of commentators I wanted interns regularly checking they were alive.

Kumble tried some interesting fielding, but the general energy was that of an old man who has a couch with his ass mark on it.

Did they fuck up when they delayed the new ball or was it a correct decision?

The former probably.

Ponting went out when Bhaji wasn’t bowling well, and Sehwag was bowling with him.

With Clarke coming in, and him being a better player of spin than pace, the new ball would have been perfectly timed to get Watson in before the close.

Instead the new ball was delayed and when Clarke went out Watson didn’t have to come in.

Who is in front

It’s actually pretty level, you’d rather be Australia, because they have 250 runs on the board with only 4 wickets down, but the first session today is the money session, and may in fact be the most important session of the series.

Yesterday was an arm wrestle, if Watson, Haddin and White make runs, India have a tough test to win, if they fail India is in a beer and nipple position.

Play of the day

Has to be Rudi’s huffy strop when Anil Kumble kept appealing for an LBW after Rudi had turned it down.

If you haven’t seen the strop, imagine your girlfriend putting her hands on her hips and stropping after you pissed on the toilet seat, again.

And if you are a woman, imagine your boyfriend getting stroppy when he finds out you told your friends he enjoys sex and the city and cried at the end of ghost.

Testicular moment of the day

Ricky Ponting.

It takes balls to conquer a place you play like a wounded bear cub in.

And Ricky did it with mental toughness and pure class.

Working class man of the day

Anil Kumble.

Bowled like a dyslexic sailor to start with.

But as the day went on he was the pick of India’s bowlers, even without a wicket.

Ofcourse his last over was rubbishness of the highest value, but was tha man you wanted to hug by the end of the day.www.cricketwithballs.com... Aussie Haiku straight to your box

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