Forget the many shit slow filthy disgusting deliveries.
Forget Pat Cummins impressive display.
Even forget Dave Warner’s new Steyn moustache
The only thing you need to know about Australia at the moment is that Shane Watson is a freaking robot of death.
There was a time when he was a loud marshmallow of inconvenience.
In T20 cricket you need to bow down to Watson and apologise for all the mean things you ever said to him.
I’ve said more than most. I think I once compared to him to Paris Hilton, or Lindsay Lohan, or someone like that.
In T20 cricket you can only compare him to Voltan, defender of the universe.
Sure, you and I could have hit some of those shit long hops for six, or at least two.
But would we have got them in the first place?
At the moment Watson is getting shit balls delivered to him simply because his machismo is fucking up the bowlers before they even come in.
Wickets, runs, cheques, he’s getting them all.
Are Australia shit, who the fuck knows, we just know that Watson us UnShit. Very very UnShit.
Watson cannot continue to to be this good, even robots of death eventually stumble, but while he is let us put behind us all the petty shit we say about him and just enjoy the carnage.
Destruction like this is a joy forever.
Result: Chawla and Sharma are back, and Australia still struggle to score singles off the spinners.