Gideon did one, Athers did one, and even the ECB did one.
But the Ashes couldn’t possibly be dealt with correctly until I stepped in.
So I have.
Cricket with balls is happy to present, ashes 2009: when freddie became jesus.
Available now on Amazon, So take the credit card out of your wallet and let’s fire up the credit card machines.
On the back of the book it says:
“He’s such a pleasure to watch that if I were a mad billionaire who hosted parties that people came to just because there was a lot of booze and freaky shit going on, I’d hire Ian Bell, strip him naked, oil him up and make him practise his cover drive for hours on end in a giant birdcage. Test cricket, though, isn’t that simple.”
So says Jarrod Kimber, who goes where other cricket chroniclers fear to tread. Having left behind a film-making career in Melbourne and with marriage to his Pom girlfriend imminent, Kimber, the Australian author of the cult blog cricketwithballs.com, finds himself in England for the 2009 series.
From his couch, in the stands, and with occasional press passes from the Wisden Cricketer, he produces a unique take on events on and off the field: when he’s not rubbing shoulders with cricket’s glitterati, he’s probably rubbing Steve Waugh up the wrong way. But amid the bawdy humour and ribald ranting is the kind of penetrating insight and love of the game that by the end of the
summer had journalists of a more conventional nature tapping cricketwithballs into their search engines.
So you really should buy it, if the ashes is your thing, it has 25% material from here, but the rest I just made up recently.
If it isn’t your thing, just click on the link to do me a favour.
