And he sent his only sons.
11 men with rock hard testicles, and great hand eye co-ordination.
And he said, they will carve, they will plunder, and you will applaud.
Victor Trumper, he shall go in early, and reek havoc on the bowlers.
Michael Slater, he shall jump around like a virgin in hell, and reek havoc in the change room.
Viv Richards, he shall be cooler than anyone you know, or don’t know.
Mark Waugh, he shall make mullets and dandruff ads palatable, whilst flicking one off his pads.
Sanath Jayasuriya, he shall be a pirate, and conquer the 7 seas.
Keith Miller, he shall be your superhero.
Adam Gilchrist, he shall release a plague of locusts on your ass.
Ian Botham, he shall drink the opposition under the table.
Kapil Dev, he shall dance for us.
Shahid Afridi, he shall reek havoc and destruction, on himself.
Wasim Akram, he shall be faster than you can see.
And on the 5th day, they rest.
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