Paul Collingwood, the inspiration of England, said in an interview recently,“When we’re on song, we’re on song.”
So, we can only suppose in their latest slump against New Zealand that they weren’t on song, because it didn’t look like they were on song at all.
Tunelessness seemed to affect all elements of England’s game. Their batsman, although promising, failed to capitalise. Their bowlers, although tight, failed to prevent release. Their fielders, although pisspoor, failed to be any less pisspoor.
New Zealand, held themselves together like the grown ups that they are, and deservedly won on the last ball. Weirdly, even though they weren’t on song, they were a bit on song. Perhaps, if not totally on song, they were a bit singy.
Like Bjork sings a bit, in between her deranged hamster wails.
Predictably, I was disappointed by Collingwood’s rather wankish decision to injure one of the Kiwi runners and then insist on running him out. Being a bit of an old fart, I rather feel that that sort of thing isn’t cricket. But I have a feeling that I’m just not on song today.
La la la burp.
No. No, it’s just not happening. Maybe tomorrow?
2 comments:
Bjork wouldn't have withdrawn the appeal either.
Perhaps the team need some deranged hamsters to help them get back on song.
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