The champion’s trophy final lived up to its hype.
No thinking women’s crumpet Daniel Vettori.
Treacle top order batting from both sides.
Drum tight seam bowling from both sides.
Shane Bond threatened to go all 03 on their ass.
Professional partnerships when time was tough.
Shane Watson won the day.
7 people in the crowd.
Prince Brendon lead from the front.
Manic Monday was overlooked by the DJ.
Peter Siddle almost threw up.
Simon Doull lost his hearing, then found it.
Australia was given ill fitting white real estate jackets.
New Zealand had been brave in defeat (cut paste).
Oh the champion’s trophy, the very meaning of the word whogivesafuck.
Re the jackets: now we know where Richie’s lost luggage has ended up over all these years.
Just for the record, I wrote that witticism before reading 99.94′s blog post. Marvellous Shot, That!.
Do not feel free to call me a douche.
How do you do it Aussies, you always seem to unearth a Cro-magnonian opener when the chips are down? I hope this guy doesnt have twin tattoos of a crucifix and a swastika emblazoned on his pink arse like the last guy?
The bowling looks adequate again – time for another Ashes perhaps – that last bastion of Anglo-Anglo supremacy.
Even though the ODI format is somewhat tedious, I enjoyed my mostly dependable $19.99 cric7.com Champions Trophy steaming experience.
Brett, do i get commission for that comment?
I thoguht it was a good tournament. The World Cup almost drove me to giving up following cricket, but this was so short and some of the games so good, it seemed like a breath of fresh air.
Shame about Vettori though, took the guts out of the final for me. I was waiting to see what superhero feat he would perform in a losing effort.
Aargh, me likey 50 over cricket, grr, ugg!