That's what happens if a game is allowed to grow and develop over many years, rather than invented - Now with the 20/20 format Cricket has gone into reverse and is becoming unnatural.
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That's what happens if a game is allowed to grow and develop over many years, rather than invented - Now with the 20/20 format Cricket has gone into reverse and is becoming unnatural.
Not a big fan of 20/20, myself. I'm not particularly keen on the "odd" strokes you see being played, most of which look faintly silly and are less than effective, and anyway, the big thing with cricket is the tactics, the planning, the skill in using players at the right place and time, the tactical bowling changes. 20/20 has hardly any of that. 20/20 is to proper cricket what draughts is to chess.
I'm starting to sound like my grandad, now!
Not to mention turning blue because he dropped the ball in the first five minutes, then never getting it again for the next 75 minutes!
:smilielol5:
Backs and forwards are largely interchangeable in league. How John Gallagher thought he'd ever make it in that game amazes me.
Perfect analogy!
I'm sure if Scher can whip it and Prends can be a hooker; I can learn to be loose and forward
That's after game play..
Yeah, I think the first rule is to let the towel girl, Sounds, hold your wallet...
Ah, yes, I said I'd never chase another man; but that was before they told me about the UK, the Aussies and NZ
Yeah, how do they do that; our guys look like half trained toddlers at halftime...
:smilielol5:
You're a bad woman!
Rugby's always had a bit of class - it's the upper-class game in England, while "football" is played by the peasants.
A great example is the English fullback a century ago who used to stand, smoking, under the goalposts until the play started coming hiw way, whereupon he'd leap into the fray.
Or the Russian Prince who beat the All Blacks almost single-handedly.
Sounds, don't just include blanket cover for the UK - be selective - look for the ones in red shirts, with three feathers on the front! (That'll raise a storm!)
More often than not, mortified, frankly, but hope springs eternal!
Ah a sensible thread away from the cut and thrust of the other threads. It's a nice relief to come here from the cauldron from time to time.
You've all been posting pretty regularly - apart from Prends whose probably busy with the sheep. Are you on holiday or are you in top jobs? I'm on holiday...
Np, actually I'm a lazy, skiving ratbag who does no more work than is absolutely necessary, then sits in his office pretending to write and playing on Litnet. (To be fair, I've written two columns today, so I can afford to be complacent!)
Nice holiday venue?
When I say on holiday I mean at home not working on hoiday. The lad's off to uni this year so there'll be no more hols for...ever probably.
We'll be doing the new half allotment a lot and visiting Oxford where the lad's off to - the other Oxford uni that is.
Who do you write columns for?
Isn't it cooler out here away from the hell threads? :D
Well, it's not full of people trying to make a name for themselves, or getting serious over trivia, certainly!
Yes indeed, come to the Club for a pink gin, then back into the fray!
Holiday? I wish.
I'm able to post while I wait for people to ask me if they can have a job. Unfortunately, most of them only take 10 seconds to figure out that the answer's "NO!"
Sounds just like me!
We lazy, skiving ratbags must stick together. Do I get the job?
Honesty should be rewarded.
Hired!
Does that mean I have to call you "Boss", now, or shall I stick with "Sir", as usual.
No way, only Parker deseves the title of Boss, Sir is reserved for me, Mick is known as Squire, Soundo..... Floridian flesh, Daffyd Manton, na na na, na na na na or Brylcream Boy and Paulcelm , pupil whacker. Not forgetting Gilliatt Gurgle, and the irreplacable Gbrekken . As you know I have been having a minor problem with the moderators but it is sorted now, all I had to do was repeat three of Shakespeare's soliliquays. Simples , Tommorow and Tomorrow and Tommorow. My death notice wil be reported in the morning. :)
Alas, my only connection with the Squire was dining on pheasant at his expence, but that was a long time ago.
In view of your impending demise Jocky, have you a suitable epitaph prepared, or shall I do you one?
Just an aside on that one, I never, ever - except in jest - use titles. Not Mr. Mrs. Sir or Lord.
If I met the queen, like Paul Keating, I'd be immediately guilty of lese majeste, because I'd say, "G'day Lizzie, how are the dogs?"
Only a couple of times in my life have I met people who wanted to me to refer to them as "Mr. ......."
Didn't end well.
:D
I'm not sure whether you're belittling your own achievements here; surely you were not jesting the time you told us your real name was Baron Jocky of Glasgow?
Just remember that old saying, "Everything is good in moderation."
;)
Remember that Monty Python sketch? "Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum, Yer Madge," he said, and she smiled sweetly!
Jocky,
I have no idea what this is about and perhaps it’s best I don’t know.
If the end is inevitable, then perhaps that epitaph could include something from the “Dreary Beery” :
…A Papal bull arrives from Rome
yoked with a solemn decree.
A pile of coals shall tickle your soles
born of burnt oak and hickory…
http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/a...a/IMG_1361.jpg
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"Sing me Back Home"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zN5d4...eature=related
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Oh, by the way, did you blokes end up practicing this past Thursday?
Sorry I missed it. I got caught up in the traffic.
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By the way Atheist, I met a countryman of yours the other day. A manufacturor of Post knockers came to see us use one of his machines. A very practical man, he'd been to China to recruit welders as all the kiwis go to Australia as soon as they are trained.
You aiming for "world's cleanest shepherd"?
Yes we did.
After some practice, we were able to down pints of Guinness in less than 10 seconds.
Grrr. Sad, but true. The mineral wealth of Aussie gives us no chance.
does a bear evacuate in the woods
Remember those happy days when there was inter-code snobbery, and men like Jonathan Davies received death threats for "defecting" to *whispers furtively* The North? And how silly it all was?
It was very silly, but here in England reflectd the class system. All the posh schools played Union, and all the comprehensives played league, and never the twain met.
It makes you wonder why they bothered now.
So long as it wasn't the Rugby Field, old chap. Dashed poor show, what?
Ah, those were the days - you could start a pub brawl here by going to the wrong pub in a rugby jersey.
I'm not sure why there was the same vehemence here, but there surely was.
No schools at all played league until around the late 1980s, and the rare convert was seen as a traitor.
There was a huge furore when All Black fullback Joe Karam defected to league in the mid-'70s.
We had a teacher at school sacked for teaching us the rudiments of League - once, for about 20 minutes. Somebody's Daddy complained, and heads rolled.
The union assumption was that you could give up your time and train an play for a competitive club without being paid. The miners on shifts couldn't manage that, and broke from the union.
The game is better for going pro finally.
It's taken years for it to happen, and there are still some teething troubles.
I think the problem was exacrebated by there being a long period of "shamateurism" before the collcetive unions saw the light. Even then, had it not been for Josh Kronfeld and a few others, the game may have been broken into two parts.
Ownership of the game is a different story, however....
Too hard, I'll get Parker to bring me a Scotch Earl Grey!
:D
Alas poor misunderstood Jocky,
His path was steep and rocky.
An excess of Moderation his doom
(I bet he'll be back soon)
Oh, think of all the money I could have earned, the kudos, the fame. Just think, right now I could be at Chateau Le Atheist. having Brandy Alexanders served by Parker, and being on the wrong end of some serious fawning!
Guys, do you think this naughty woman ought to send Atheist a little :ciappa: back shot he can replace that pitiful avatar with...
Now as some of the royal family would tell you; never put down "playing with a peasant" until you've tried it:smilielol5:
:thumbsup: Now don't tell them any of the good parts I'm saving for my autobiography
You'll have to tell me more daf...are they cute too; I want to make sure that whatever I kiss from the UK doesn't have that prince charles look
Well, I just spent 3 days working on a case with a woman who stabbed one of the nurses; and I am about to go into the home of a fellow who yelled at me when he found out I wasn't coming for 12 hours...god, to have been born wealthy:banghead: