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blamebrampton) wrote2010-12-26 03:23 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2010-12-26 03:23 pm
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Ah the silly season ...
It is our habit to be complete slugabeds on Boxing Day*. Which is why Mr Brammers staggered from bed and into the shower at 3pm. On coming out of the shower, with something approaching a compis mentis, he looked at the cricket on the television and asked, 'How's it going?'
'Good,' I replied. 'For me.'
He peered at the score across the bottom of the screen. His jaw dropped. 'Oh what?! Holy Mother of God!' Yep. 9 wickets had fallen for 92 runs.
In a bid to cheer themselves up, the Australian commentary team showed the score cards from the Centenary test back in 1977, where Australia also suffered a first innings batting collapse, but England suffered a worse one. Of course, I was busy laughing at Mr B through this period, so when we turned back to the telly, we were momentarily baffled as we read down the order. 'Who? What?' we said.
'Oh, it's 1977,' I said as the England card came up and I recognised names. 'I remember that era -- was there ever a more pernicious phrase in the English language than caught Marsh, bowled Lillee?'
'I'll let you know in a few days,' moped Mr B.**
* And sundry other days throughout the year when we think we can get away with it.
** A minute later Australia were dismissed for 98. The commentary team are cheering themselves up with the possibility that this is just another fabbo bowling wicket, which I would scoff at, but given how this series has been going so far ...
'Good,' I replied. 'For me.'
He peered at the score across the bottom of the screen. His jaw dropped. 'Oh what?! Holy Mother of God!' Yep. 9 wickets had fallen for 92 runs.
In a bid to cheer themselves up, the Australian commentary team showed the score cards from the Centenary test back in 1977, where Australia also suffered a first innings batting collapse, but England suffered a worse one. Of course, I was busy laughing at Mr B through this period, so when we turned back to the telly, we were momentarily baffled as we read down the order. 'Who? What?' we said.
'Oh, it's 1977,' I said as the England card came up and I recognised names. 'I remember that era -- was there ever a more pernicious phrase in the English language than caught Marsh, bowled Lillee?'
'I'll let you know in a few days,' moped Mr B.**
* And sundry other days throughout the year when we think we can get away with it.
** A minute later Australia were dismissed for 98. The commentary team are cheering themselves up with the possibility that this is just another fabbo bowling wicket, which I would scoff at, but given how this series has been going so far ...
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Why yes, yes, I am. *g* And now I cross fingers, toes and eyes for the rest of the match...
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Your crossing appears to have worked a treat!
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