With a 3:1 series win, smashing the Aussies by an innings + in the final match.
(I guess I'm in the spare room for the rest of the year..)
DESPAIR has descended upon Australian cricket. Embarrassment has become an acquaintance. Humiliation has introduced itself. Calamity has piled upon calamity. For the first time in its august history Australia suffer three innings defeats in a series. And their opponents? England! Remember them? The pushovers!
Alas, no longer. The Poms have dished out a fearful drubbing. Apart from one blip in Perth they have overpowered a lacklustre host. It has been the slaughter of the guilty. England's long-suffering supporters bellowed and sang and roared as each wicket fell on a gaudy afternoon in Sydney. Locals had to grin and bear it. Red faces in the morning were followed by destruction in the afternoon.
England appeared to be playing on a different pitch. When they batted the track was as placid as celery. Between innings the curator moved the poles, and the deck had more kick than an affronted colt. Even the outfield seemed to have slowed down. Not that the Aussies reached it all that often. Mostly they came and went without making a mark.
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
It's looking good for the Aussie batsmen for the one day series though. After all, they have had three innings more practice than the English batsmen...
Why is it that when Miley Cyrus gets naked and licks a hammer it's 'art' and 'edgy' but when I do it I'm 'drunk' and 'banned from the hardware store'?
