Video highlights of Malinga’s four-in-four and the most exciting match of this year’s World Cup to date. Eat that, ICC.
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It never fails to amaze me reading the contrasting opinions from our feedbackers at Cricinfo while covering these one-dayers, especially with England in such limp form. Of the 1000 or so emails, a fair chunk criticised us for our anti-England stance, accusing us of racism, bias toward Ireland and whatever else. What game were they watching? The one we were watching was between a feisty, energetic team full of lively promise and intent. The other was England at their timid best.
Oh the Boks have done it again! 206 for 5 chasing 210…they’re currently 208 for 9! Malinga took four in four balls (spread over two overs) oh, bugger, South Africa have edged it. Robin Peterson has whalloped Malinga for four to win by a single wicket. What remarkable bottling boks they are. Battling boks, I suppose I should say…
Can’t remember who was on comms at the time, but they did a fine job at CI
48.2 Malinga to Peterson, FOUR, Peterson does it for SA with a edge past the slip. Fullish, outside off stump, Peterson drives, gets a outside edge and it runs down to third man boundary. SA have won. They choked at the end but have pulled it off. Peterson jumps in the air, pumps his fist and then smashes the stumps down at the other end. Immediately apologises!
Worth reading the commentary for the last five wickets. What a match.
You can’t beat sausage, mash and gravy. But enough of my dietary addictions: here’s the Gravy, looking decidedly older but, pleasingly, still mad as a hatter:
Via Ryan on Flickr.
This has been nagging at the back of my mind for a while, so am just penning it down before it disppears completely. Someone was recently talking about the West Indies, and how the World Cup could provide the spark needed to relight passion in the country. Fledgling interest, and so forth. Everyone, so he said, loves the West Indies and wants them to succeed – wants them to be back on top of the world, like they were in the 1970s and 80s.
Back then, I imagine there was a similar feeling of foreboding toward West Indies as there is nowadays for teams facing Australia. They steamrollered the opposition, trampling all over them like bastards. Like Australia have been doing for the past 12 or so years. But, if and when this Australia side collapse into an arthritic heap, will we mourn them? Will we, in 10 years, have the same feeling that we now have for the West Indies: wanting Australia back to their best?
Not bloody likely. I will dance from the rooftops when some of their ageing limbs start to crumble. I’ve had enough of their strutting, their casual arrogance, their one-handed mis-hitting-for-six-over-long-on (Hayden; Gilchrist; whoever). It’s not big, it’s certainly not clever and it’s boring and ugly cricket.
Oh, and while I’m ranting – Nathan Bracken wears a hair band. Nathan Beckham he should be known as. Or, perhaps, Alice Bracken.
Further to Scott’s post, and Andrew’s piece, comes this example of YouTube at its brilliant, bizarre best. Among the historical gems, a lot of the other videos there are fairly drab’n’dull recollections of fans playing village cricket. Boring. But searching for “cricket” throws up the odd seemingly inexplicable video, such as this: a band called the Geoffrey Oi!cotts. Their MySpace entry reveals the following:
Freddy Skintoft (vocals) W.C. disGrace (bass) A.P.E. sKnott (drums) Devon Malcolm McClaren (guitar) The Dickie Birds (backing troupe and groupies)
The thwack of willow on leather on a sunny yorkshire afternoon..
What a brilliant image that is. Alan Knott on drums (still equipped with wicketkeeping gloves, and a toothy grin); Devon Malcolm, massive 1980s bottle-top glasses, attached to a Fender and – best of all? – several Dickie Birds, rolling up their sleeves and tottering in the background. The Geoffrey Oi!cotts, based in Leeds, also do a passable cover of the Cockney Rejects’ only decent song, Oi! Oi! Oi!, as below (click here if it doesn’t show up).
All of this musicery begs the question: which five cricketers, past or present, would be in your band? The stupider, most unlikely the better. Tony Lewis would have to be lead vocalist for a start, closely followed by Mike Smith on drums…
The ICC has stepped in to prohibit cricket clips of the World Cup being available online via YouTube. Andrew Miller skewers this incredible piece of stupidity here. I’m just left gasping at how ICC’s powerbrokers have managed to get themselves so ‘out of touch’ that they thought this was a good idea.
Short of actually prohibiting broadcasting of the games, they could not have made a worse decision. Imagine an attempt by ICC to prohibit cricket blogs or newspaper coverage or forums and you have an idea of how stupid this is. Does Malcolm Speed know how to turn on his PC?