They aren't my words.
I would have said he was a dumb fuck.
But both sentiments are true.
Monty just cannot think.
He can spin the ball alot.
He can hit an ants dick at 22 yards.
And he goes all day long.
But what he doesn't do is change with the situation.
When his normal line and length fail him, there is no other plan.
Even bowling machines can change line and length.
Monty just falls apart.
He has no creative bone in his body.
The Indians were brutal on him, and he just didn't seem to know where to go.
People are already saying that if one spinner is required they would prefer the Swann from mars.
The selectors will pick 2 spinners, and even if they didn't swann would be dropped.
Monty's honeymoon ended a long time ago, and now it's his time to keep the vultures off his back.
Or the swanns.
See what i did there.
Genius.
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