It’s much better to flush the runs downs the cistern that splatter them all over the sideboard, but when India give Australia curry on the field, Ricky Ponting can’t stop the onslaught, or reduce the run rate below 43 kilolitres per cubicle. KFC can offer all the sponsorship dollars they like, and talk about sharing buckets off the field, which is fine and well if essential services don’t exist, but the players’ amenities at the SCG are a bit better than a Calcutta tent. Bill Lawry’s nostrils might be a great twin toilet when he’s standing on his head to commentate, but who is going to say, “It’s all happening here,” if Bill is bogged down at the crease by a dual pace attack, and deliveries are skidding through at 145kph? It’s enough to make Harbhajan Sing a new KFC jingle, “Can’t beat the Aussies.” Or Richie Benaud to stop wearing white suits. Getting the runs on the field, and getting them in the commentary box? Equals.
Norm
Mal
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