Monday, July 25

reads

'If they can't send over a better side than this there's not much point in the Ashes.'
'Send them home.'
'Maybe their women's team would like a game.'
And these were not said about England:)
This and much more in a great piece on the off-field goings-on at Lord’s in The Observer.
Propriety takes a bit of a hit, though, when the Grace Gate opens at 8.30am.
This is the signal for the poshest land-rush in sport, as the spectators walk
briskly through, ties flapping around the collars of cream jackets, each member
keen not to look too desperate in the scramble for a seat. In the middle of the
Tavern Stand throng, cheers greet the popping of the first Champagne cork. It is
9.09am.
Then there is this about smugness...er-arrogance...um, sport...Oh just go read it.
The Australians never really cottoned on to the idea that sport was a way in
which gentlemen amused themselves. They had this crazy idea that it was serious.
Refreshing to read, in the midst of all the joyous and/or dismal writings on the first Test.

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