Test cricket is defined by its greatest contests.
Larwood v Bradman.
Lillee v Richards.
Grace v lunch.
And now we have little Nathan v bashful Brendan.
A timidoff of epic preportions.
Fuck the lions, this is Christian v Christian.
They say the meek shall inherit the earth, and it seems Nathan and Brendan are trapped in an fierce death roll to see who is meeker.
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I always wonder whether they would get picked for their respective state teams now. Hauritz maybe, although he still has not taken a bag of wickets in an innings, and Nash maybe out of sympathy, but they could just as easily be passed over
I see you’re picking on my blessed Nathan, again :-(
You know, I only found out the other that he’s a good catholic private school boy. He looks it, though, doesn’t he?
.-= Dustbinner´s last blog ..Ricky loves Shivnarine =-.
I must have missed them, or were they those beige pixilated patches where a batsman and bowler should be?
I thought this was going to be about the McCullum family.