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Simon Wilde as the English supporter, mopes through this piece on Adelaide, and eloquently so.

It was sport as nightmare, the kind of ghastly dream in which you run naked
through your old school in search of the exam for which you have not prepared.
It was cricket as it might have been written by Kafka: a hideous punishment, as
unjust as it was incomprehensible, inflicted on people who had earned the right
to expect better things from life.

I empathise with him more than he would know. Except that while he is grappling with the novelty of this feeling, I have to deal with the familiarity of it.
- I’m an Indian fan, you see.

Elsewhere, some Aussies seem to have given up on the English t provide any real cricketing entertainment, so have taken it upon themselves. Um or should I say taken it off
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Rameez Raja has got a haircut. Praise be the lord.

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An interesting aside to the near- farcical Twenty20 match last night (or wait, were the asides more interesting than the match?) was Vaughan, Gilly and Ponting on the talkbacks with the commentators.
Or should I say Church instead of Gilly? I won’t, cause it sounds stupid, but its not his nickname because- as the Guardian mentions- the last part of his name is Christ. Chatting with the commentators while batting, he spoke of being approached for an autograph in his first Ashes series. He was with a couple of legends, and the kid said, “you’re Steve Waugh…you’re Glen Mcgrath…and you’re Adam Gilchurch”. Apparently it sorta stuck.

They also got Gilly to do a bit of a commentary stint while keeping, claiming he was interested in commentary. I have to say, he was pretty good, especially as he threw it to a break with “Australia right on top…”. Then again, I suppose anyone could say that these days without having any idea of the match state.

And oh, he also said, on that kid, “I hope he knows who I am now”. I am sure he does, Gilly, I am sure he does.