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Wednesday, 27th July At Lord’s India went about their business with all the urgency of a party of elderly tortoises going for a Sunday afternoon stroll. But this does not mean that captain MS Dhoni is grounded for the second Test. The ICC’s Procrastination Committee has adjudicated and today released this statement explaining why he can come out to play in Nottingham after all:
"The committee felt that, on mature reflection, taking a rounded view, having weighed up the pros and cons, and without wishing to undermine or undercut those regulatory guidelines without which the administration of such eventualities would be rendered inviable, not to say untenable, it was nevertheless felt that, giving due regard to the wider implications of the application of the regulations in any particular case and weighing the balance of probabilities in such a way as to not detrimentally affect matters of public perception falling necessarily outside the purview of this body…"
(continues for 17 pages)
I think that’s pretty clear. So let the fate of MS be a lesson to all captains. Bowl your overs more quickly or you’ll be banned. *
Thursday, 28th July You might think that the Big Bash League is the competition that time forgot. Twenty20? Franchises? Really? That is so 2008.
But you’d be wrong. The BBL is in fact dangerously relevant and ever so edgy. We know this because none of the attendees at today’s launch were allowed to wear ties and it doesn’t get much more dangerous than that, unless perhaps they weren’t allowed to wear trousers either. Maybe they can save that for the relaunch.
Anyway, the BBL is, in the words of a man with a podium, “a sports entertainment revolution”. And where better to launch a sports entertainment revolution than in what appeared to be a derelict fish packing plant in downtown Sydney. Instead of sorting and wrapping frozen sea food, they were processing hyperbole and packaging nonsense. In a really zeitgeisty way. With breakdancing. And dips.
At one point pre-recorded versions of the captains were projected against a wall and took turns to mutter vaguely about how their team were really tough and everyone had better watch out and mumble mumble mumble. But my favourite BBL launch moment was the opening question put to Michael Klinger, the new captain of the Adelaide Strikers; a line of enquiry which I think may represent a revolution in sports interviewing:
“Blue looks really good on you. How are you liking the newly released logo?”
If any readers are concerned, don’t worry. Turns out he was liking it just fine.
Friday, 29th July Cameron White was today at a loss to explain Australia’s selection policy. It’s not his fault. Australia’s selection policy is a riddle wrapped in an enigma shrouded in a mystery and stored in the pouch of the purple kangaroo who lives in the tangerine forests of Andrew Hilditch’s subconscious. When they’ve finished locating the Higgs boson particle, scientists at CERN are planning to put Australia’s selection policy into the Large Hadron Collider and whizz it round a few times to see if it makes sense.
Where once Australian cricket was a pyramid, up which aspiring players had to clamber, it’s now more of an open cast quarry around which the selectors wander, picking up anything that looks as though it might be useful. Hilditch and chums are like the peasants who inhabited Rome in the Dark Ages, gazing at the monumental ruins of what used to be without the first idea of how to set about rebuilding things.
But while they’re hanging around waiting for the Renaissance, there are a couple of things they could try to improve the situation.
1. Recall Brendon Nash from Jamaica because obviously the WICB don’t want him 2. Set up recruitment centres in Durban, Johannesburg and Cape Town 3. Resign.
* Unless you’re very famous, popular or photogenic, in which case, certain exemptions may apply.
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Andrew Hughes is a writer and avid cricket watcher who has always retained a healthy suspicion of professional sportsmen, and like any right-thinking person rates Neville Cardus more highly than Don Bradman. Providing his ransom demands continue to be met, he has promised never to write a whimsical book about village cricket. @hughandrews73