The death of the daddy hundred and England’s fading legacy
The 2011 series between India and England was supposed to be a heavyweight contest for the No. 1 Test ranking. But had England played Ravi Shastri on his own holding a microphone, they would have got...
View ArticleThis Joe Root is your Joe Root
Some, often not those at the ground, have been suggesting that the England batsmen have been backing away from Mitchell Johnson in fear of losing some handy organ. For those people, Joe Root should...
View ArticleClarke and Cook: Glamorous white stallions and dour sheep
Alastair Cook tweeting about his surprise wedding and putting up a picture of him leading his new bride on a white stallion would seem odd. As would a picture of Michael Clarke dressed in military...
View ArticleThe tired and skilful Jimmy Anderson
At the top of his mark at Trent Bridge, there was a broken man. Jimmy Anderson had bowled and bowled and bowled, and somehow Australia still hadn’t lost. There seemed to be a limp, but maybe you just...
View ArticlePlunkett: not the orgasm Cook thought he was getting
Alastair Cook spent most of the time in the second Ashes watching Michael Clarke’s never ending orgasm of delight. And at the end, as you might do in a rom-com set in Katz’s Deli, he asked for what...
View ArticleRobson’s desert digs
Sam Robson struggles outside off stump. That is the general consensus. The cricket elite, twitterers and taxi drivers have spoken. Cricket gospel is written and evangelized by them. But don’t all...
View Articleengland’s new errors
Alastair Cook did a slow depressing jog from the ground. His team had taken the final Sri Lanka wicket of the series. England were scattered across the ground in various positions. All looking...
View ArticleWhen 3.33 beat 8130: Cook and Shami
A young boy gets on a motorbike for the first time. The instructions are given to him. He looks on quietly. People expect him to struggle. Instead he takes to it fairly well. Muddy dirt tracks are...
View ArticleJimmy Anderson and the eleven legends
Peekay – a number 11 I am the son of a No. 11. My dad had no real skill as a batsman. He had patience and a decent technique, if the ball was full on off stump. He pretty much put his foot on the same...
View ArticleCook applauded for making it to lunch
The umpire called time and the crowd rose. They clapped. Almost every single one of them. The applause was jarring on a morning of closed-faced bunts and turgid run accumulation. Gary Ballance was out...
View ArticleAnew Anderson
When the ball reached 50-overs old in India’s first innings, James Anderson had somehow bowled more than a third of the overs in a five-man attack: 18 of the first 50. It was a wicket for clever,...
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