cricket with balls

Recently I was listening to a bunch of new music.

You know how it is, shit, shit, shit, and then something makes you listen.

It was Florence + the Machine’s version of Hospital Beds.

It stood above the other songs I was listening to by a mile.

There is truth in the fact it was only a cover, and that it was in ordinary company on spotify.

It was so good I can’t stop thinking about it.

A couple of weeks later I also saw something so good that it made all the other ordinary shit I had been watching look sub par.

England has so much domestic cricket on TV, you see people dominate crap attacks so often you hardly look up from your Internet porn.

Alex hales innings was something else.

It was on a flatter than Keira pitch.

It was against a terribly slow and ordinary attack.

And it was only one century.

It is just that I can’t shake this knock.

Hales scored over half the runs of his team. He hit 4s everywhere, he hit 6s a long long way. And he looked like someone who could time the ball, and muscle it when required.

It was one of the best innings I have seen by a 20 year old.

Notts have him no real support.

He controlled his innings, and his side’s innings so well it was just impossible to not be aroused by it.

This was the first time I have ever seen him make runs.

The rest of the Florence + the Machine album hasn’t inspired me much; it is possible that Hospital Beds will be the only song of hers I ever like.

Not sure about Hales.