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Monday, August 08, 2005

The Urn -- Telegraph

Trust Martin Johnson to add humor to a Test that was almost Shakespearian in its drama quotient:
The survival kit for the Test match spectator has undergone a sweeping change in recent years, from sandwich tin and coffee flask, to incontinence pants and blood pressure pills. You leave your seat for a call of nature at your peril, for fear of coming back to find someone's stumps splattered, a search party attempting to locate the ball from the pavilion roof, or two players standing eyeball to eyeball proffering what is euphemistically known as a frank exchange of views.

Elsewhere in the Telegraph, Simon Hughes marks the report cards of the two captains, and gives Michael Vaughan the edge over Ricky Ponting. Making his summation before citing chapter and verse on Ponting's errors, Hughes says:
In motivational and tactical terms, Michael Vaughan is vastly superior to his opposite number, Ricky Ponting. Vaughan has a broader imagination and greater personnel skills, and he used both to decisive effect. The victory was engineered by him as much as by his bowlers. Ponting is not a bad captain, but he lacks an extra sense, an intuition, which is invaluable in a series of encounters that are bound to seesaw dramatically because of the intense competition between the sides.

The round up of columns by the players continues with a somewhat insipid effort by Mathew Hayden; Geoffrey Boycott in his post-match effort wonders why Freddy Flintoff didn't go round the wicket to Michael Kasprowicz, given the way the Aussie tailender was batting, and then he offers us this bit:
As for Lee, for a tailender that has to be one of the best innings I've ever seen. He was made to duck and weave, and took some blows on the hands and body. Which is as it should be: if you dish it out, you have to be able to take some in return.
I take my hat off to his character, courage and ability. He nearly won the match for Australia. And of all the wonderful things to come out of this match, the nicest was that as soon as had England had won, Flintoff went straight over to Lee to congratulate him on his efforts.
Flintoff had been trying to knock his head off all morning, remember. But before jumping up and down in euphoria, he made sure he saluted a brave opponent.

Simon Briggs -- still with the Telegraph, here -- talks to Freddy Flintoff after the all-rounder's epic with bat and ball; that is a passage here someone should send Virender Sehwag, Saurav Ganguly and such:
When I came back I practised a lot and spoke to different people about how I was going to get back to playing cricket the way I can.
"I think a lot of it was mindset: I'm a positive cricketer, at times I'm not pretty or not technically perfect, but I've got a method which I've got to trust."


  • Three cheers to you PP, for this meticulous culling of the day's papers. At risk of indulging in hyperbole, I must say this is a labour of love. Many thanks for the link to Martin Johnson's piece. I read it first thing this morning, and feel utterly contented, have an idiotic smile on my face and am all ready to take on the day. Wonder if you have access to the Brit tabloids yonder in Manhattan? Riotously punny at the best of times, they are are fast scaling newer heights over here. Hows this for a headline?


    Cheers mate, and more power to you!


    By Blogger Painfully Sinstripe, at 05:59  

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