Come on Aussie, come on

Come on Aussie Come on

Slick left a comment which was rather curious:

Its been a long time commin’
To silence all that drummin’
To show them that it wasn’t just a dream

They’ve beaten all the rest you know
And proven they’re the best you know
The greatest team to wear the baggy green

Pigeon’s pounding down like a machine
Dizzy’s scarin’ batsmen – lookin’ mean
Gilly’s gettin’ wickets
Punter’s clearin’ pickets
And Warney’s just the best we’ve ever seen

Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on

Night or day, they’re out to make us proud
To keep our flags a-wavin’ in the crowd
Even gettin’ zeroes
They’ll always be our heroes
And keep us singin’ come on just as loud

Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on

See ‘em sprayin’ leather at the bat
Sweetly crackin’ winners through the gap
They’re not just gettin’ runs
They’re out there smashin’ tons
Spinnin’ big time records back to back

Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on

All summer we’ll go floodin’ through the gates
To try and get a look at cricket’s greats
No matter what the season
We always have a reason
To shout out come on Aussie with our mates

Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on, come on
Come on Aussie, come on

Is this a well-known tune or a new one? I know the “Come on Aussie, come on” line but the rest seems new to me

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‘minda Vaas Vaas Vaas

The dusty MCC and Middlesex traditionalists will have a new song to chant next summer: “‘minda Vaas Vaas Vaas” as they point their finger, football-hooligan style, at Middlesex’s opponents.

Okay, it’s unlikely, but today’s signing of Chaminda Vaas is probably the best news the club has had all season. It has been a forgettable summer for my club – the worst I can remember, albeit only 11 seasons following them.

Strictly for our amusement?

So Ramps is going dancing. I had a chat with him the other day which you can read at Cricinfo. Should be fun to watch; he’s pretty down-to-earth about the whole thing. I wonder if Gough will be watching…

Meanwhile, I’m in Devon – but it’s been a day to forget….
Contine reading

Is it even news?

So, Inzamam has been found guilty of bringing the game into disrepute but not of ball tampering, and has had the minimum penalty awarded for his indiscretion. Would any surprised parties please raise their hands?

What, no takers?

After the seeming lack of concrete evidence, it would be hard to say anyone expected a different result. Sky’s exaggeration of Shoaib Akhtar’s thumb-flick had more televised credibility. Of slightly more interest is Hair’s removal from the ICC Trophy list for reasons of ‘safety and security’. Should Hair really be in fear of injury if he umpires on the subcontinent? Or is this merely damage control?

Cricket, is it?

A young Pakistani, whose parents hail from Lahore, noticed me reading Andrew Strauss’s book on the bus this afternoon. “Cricket, is it” (it wasn’t a question, more a statement; “is it” is relaxed, Londonish ghetto-talk for “eh”. Like an Australian would say “Ahhh cricket eh?” I am your professor, heed my knowledge).

“Yes, cricket,” I answered. “You like cricket?” was my pathetic, tired attempt at continuing the conversation.

“Ah is it! Cricket innit, you know” he offered, which was either an abrupt end to our brief chat or the makings of an entire diatribe – I wasn’t sure. Instead, I chose to big myself up and told him I was a journalist.

“Cricket journalist? What paper is it?” (correct usage of “is it” there) and he knew Cricinfo, his favourite site and so on. Immediately I regretted telling him – every other word he uttered was either Inzy, ICC or Hair. I couldn’t tell him much – the hearing was mid-way through and is due to run on tomorrow too. He was still at school, yet knew all about the hearing, its location, Inzamam and so on. Hilariously he assumed I’d be best friends with Mr Inzy, not to mention drinking pals with Daz and Billy D. “Can’t you call ‘em innit? Call Inzy, is it!”

The passion a sport can ignite in people astounds me sometimes.

The new generation of umpires

Prolific Patrick – and that’s not his full name – has another interesting article on his blog, this time on Michael Gough, the former Durham batsman-turned-umpire. He’s just 26 and was highly regarded as a young player (he represented England Under-19s) – and is now a first-class umpire, which is an interesting development. Talking to Patrick, he says: “All sports officials are getting younger,” Gough said. “It is no longer for old guys in white jackets.”

Worth a read.

Mathew Vaughan, come on down

The duhhhhhh award this week goes to…

Australians are still licking their wounds from losing the Ashes in England to the side captained by Mathew Vaughan.

From the Daily Mail.

Soon, I won’t be here

To the relief of many, my colleagues and especially myself, I’ve two weeks off as of tomorrow night. So things will be pretty quiet here until mid-October although I’ll probably rant and rave during the early part of next week. Emma, if she can pull herself away from the law books (and alcohol), might be posting on-and-off before we welcome back Scott pre-Ashes.

Andrew Strauss’s autobiography: Coming into Play

I’ve just finished reading Andrew Strauss’s book (review is at Cricinfo on Saturday) and it highlighted a worrying trend: the premature autobiography. It’s one which is seemingly unstoppable, too, and not just in sport – although sportsmen offer publishers a tantalising combination of fame and talent which the public will mop up all day long.

It’s just not on, though. The book was fine – it passed a few hours, and I’d have enjoyed it at an airport or on the bus. But I was left with a feeling of “…and?” Of all the recently released autobiographies, at least Strauss’s is nicely written. He received some help from Angus Fraser but, by and large, it is his own work – a tremendous achievement, then. The fact remains that he has only been in the game five minutes. His excitement in arriving in Test cricket is glib, and no different from any other cricketer. Descriptions of the Ashes are neatly written and fondly recalled…but again, it’s nothing we haven’t heard a dozen times before. Worse still, this lets the author down more than us.

I’m sure once he’s finished his career and has progressed into a fulltime journalist, if he chooses, then his final book really will be worth reading. Right now though, it felt unfinished; much like his career, it is only the first chapter.

It’s a shame though. I think I’m right in saying Charlotte Church, who my boss absolutely adores and respects with unrivalled passion, has already published two! She’s about 23 for God’s sake. Yet we can’t blame her or other people for writing them. Books are big money these days. Monty Panesar has accepted a £250,000 deal to write his – he’d be very daft, or perhaps a shrewd businessman, if he turned that down. I guess it’s just a shame for us who have to review them as, essentially, it’s the same old thing over and over again.

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