When Michael Clarke announced Sunday’s World Cup final would be his last one-day international, one New Zealand cricket writer accused him of hijacking the occasion. His name’s Jonathan Millmow. Yep, I’d never heard of him either. Millmow played for New Zealand for a nanosecond 25 years ago. He never made the Test team but took…
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An NZ quinella? No way, bro.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was taking a little too much pleasure in England’s departure from the Cricket World Cup, a Pommy colleague desperate to shut me up said something that stopped me mid-sledge. “You do realise,” he said, “that the Kiwis could end up winning both World Cups.” Oh crap, I thought….
Winning ugly
There were times last night when I wasn’t sure if I was watching a game of cricket or the Jim Rose Circus. Some of the contortions going on in the middle of the Adelaide Oval were reminiscent of the guy who can thread his body through a tennis racquet. Like this — can I even…
A wacky week in rugby league
History was made this week when ‘rugby league’, ‘Voldemort’ and ‘free speech’ were used in the same press conference. And while I rarely venture into the cauldron of rugby league commentary, it’s hard to resist a word combination like that. Canterbury coach Des Hasler was having a bit of a snot after copping a $10,000…
Is it wrong to be enjoying this so much?
You know that scene in Love, Actually when Laura Linney’s character gets the tall, dark, handsome colleague back to her place and ducks into an alcove to jump excitedly on the spot? That was me last night when England got bundled out of the Cricket World Cup. I’m not Robinson Crusoe on this one. Bagging…
When sport is more than a game
Over the past few months, cricket fans — myself included — have fixated on Kevin Pietersen’s exclusion from England’s World Cup team, Michael Clarke’s battle to be match ready and whether West Indies cricket would implode before a ball was bowled. On Thursday, these petty musings were put into perspective when Afghanistan, playing in only…
A day in the life of a remote control thumb
8am: The human is particularly excited this morning, talking about a big night of sport and checking the batteries in the remote. This looks ominous. 9am: Now, she’s carb loading. Banana pancakes. Which I’m expected to help her cook, by the way. Midday: So, it seems tonight I am to navigate the Australian Open women’s…
Earth to Lance Armstrong
Every parent knows the drill in the heat of battle with an errant toddler. You caution them, in the words of Supernanny, that their behaviour is ‘not esseptable’. They ignore you and continue on their infuriating way. You start counting out loud. Slowly. You warn them at two that if you get to three, there’ll…
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