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.