The last game in the one day series between Empirer and Empieree drizzled out to an abandoned draw.Many of us would recall the abandoned draw as a familiar result to family holidays in Wales. You were stuffed into a clinging anorak, prodded up soggy mountains, dragged through depressing marshes and forced to commune with Welshies. The Rubbish was everywhere present.
Of course, the fellahs in the ECB ignored the hard-fought experiences of youth, and have repeatedly played matches in Wales. WHAT ARE THEY THINKING?
Can you remember a single holiday to Pembrokeshire or Gwyndathshire every classified as “won”?
Why don’t England play in the South of France or perhaps in the Italian hills? Those were all “won” holidays. You could bring some nice wine into the, err, ground. You could wax lyrical about the local cheese. Such grounds even offer chances to laugh at the silly locals’ English. Moreso than in Wales.
In stead, the ECB offers Welshy sog airy, pies and lager as watered down as the weather.
In other news, that Australia is messing everything up with his daft theories. This isn’t the first time it has happened.
But, I’m debating whether to go to see the potentially interesting Somerset vs. Notts match in Trent Bridge this Saturday. Only problem is, the train ticket is £50. And I’m not guaranteed any play or a West Country win.
Should I go?
