Re: Cricket
Warney diary from Adelaide
Shane Warne Match Report 2nd Ashes Test
Day 5 of the second test. We're 1 nil up and If I was playing for
England today I would be thinking... slow and steady lads, slow and
steady. But I'm not thank god and his son Jesus Christ, I'm Australian,
and I've woken up with a horn that a dog couldn't chew, and I'm not sure
if it's because I can't wait to get that cherry in my hand and get stuck
into the soap dodgers... or if it hasn't gone down since phone sex with
Rianna Ponting last night. Anyway, no one in my room to stick it in, no
time to get on the text messages, so I best jump in the David Gower and
work up a nice lather and give the cleaner some work to do on the tiles.
Hot breakfast this morning, quite by accident. Put the lit end of the
ciggie into my gob while changing hands to down an Iced Coffee. Pup
Clarke thought it was a hell of a joke until I told him I used his poofy
white skivvy to mop up after a phone conversation with his sister last
night.
All the boys are full of beans this morning though at breaky. Pigeon was
telling everyone the odds he'd got for us to win this morning, and how
he's whacked all the money he won on McGilla not being selected,
straight on us. Prick could have shared his bookie with me, I happen to
think we'll get up today too. Particularly with the team they've got on
the park. Giles couldn't turn a steak into *smile*. Jones couldn't keep a
farking secret, or buy a run. "Bell end" wouldn't know what I was
chucking at him, in fact Kay Pee and that bloke with the stupid name
that doesn't usually get a game are there only hope.
Arrive at the ground and while the rest of them are keen to get into the
nets for a warm up, I've got plans to test out the Adelaide sewage
system by sending one of the biggest *smile* Adelaide has ever seen into
it.
I'm only 15 minutes into this fine little session, not even up the
centrefold spread yet, when I hear a muffled voice talking about the
history of test cricket and how if you look back, the chances of
Australia getting a win are so remote it's not worth considering, and
how England just need to go steady, nothing silly needs to be done, a
draw here will do just fine with 3 tests still to go, maybe we can wear
down an ageing aussie side... then, along with that monster *smile* I was
talking about, the penny has dropped... I'm in the wrong farking change
room, and I'm listening to Freddy Flintstone give his pre match
"inspiring" speech.... note to self, NEVER complain about punters
speeches again.
So with the knowledge that we now had the game in the bag, out we trot
to the centre. I've grabbed the new ball and told punter I'll sort this
lot out.. punters told me to pull my stupid head in and wait till I'm
told.... this is what happens when you give a short man from Tasmania a
bit of authority, he tries to make you pay for all the inbreeding jokes
ever created. Still, I'll bide my time, we've got all day. 10 minutes
into session 1 and punter can't even look at me when he throws me the
rock... of course I let him know he's made the first good call for the
game, and I've asked him to trot down to fine leg please.. even he
laughed at that one while jogging to first slip. An hour or so later and
I'm well on the way to completely stripping any sense of pride the
unwashed have built in the past 4 days. Strauss was easy, nice catch by
Mr. Cricket by the way, this bloke is so good to me, and the team for
that matter, I almost feel guilty about pegging his new girlfriend. Bell
"end" run out by me, even when getting run out this poor bastard has my
name next to his in the wicket column....
Kay Pee, I enjoyed this one, certainly wiped the stupid smile from his
south african dial.....Giles, from one spinner to one that isn't, this
was a forgettable one..... and then Hoggard, felt sorry for this poor
prick, I've never seen anyone this ugly before, I can see why he grows
that hair.
So that's that... we had 168 to knock off in the final session, which
was always going to happen. 2-0 to us, punter named man of the match,
but we all know I deserved it.
Beers will flow in our rooms, tears will flow in theirs. The Ashes are
back, and thank god they didn't have them for long enough for anyone to
realise!
Love to your missus
SK Warne.