I don’t feel bad that he couldn’t do it for me.
It is such a shame to see a cricketer try so hard and fail.
That is what the decent crowd at Bangalore saw today, a professional cricket do his utmost, but just not make it.
It is heartbreaking, and no one who saw it left without a tear in their eye.
Oh, Marcus, you try so hard, but you couldn’t do it could you.
Now he is trapped in test cricket, perhaps forever, to taunt me.
No one will ever pay more dearly for a failure to fail than I will for Marcus North’s innings today.
Ofcourse, it isn’t that North has failed himself, he has failed me.
It’s like I am trapped watching him in some surrealist play where North lives his life on a knife edge, literally. Greg Chappell owns a giant knife, and part of his new role in heading the NSP is him wearing silk robes and making Marcus North balance on the edge while he eats pickles and listens to the Jonas Brothers. Occasionally people, like me, come in and throw various sex toys at him, and his every move is filmed in close up and shown back to him in HD. As for me I’m forced to watch the whole thing in a ballareina costume sitting in the world’s most uncomfortable theatre chair.
All North needed to do is fail and he could go back to shield cricket and get into cricket administration as soon as possible. I’m sure he’d look good in a suit, and it would make me feel better.
When you are a professional cricketer with pride in your performance, failing is hard to do. And, bless his little heart, North just couldn’t manage it. Not even for me.
Personally, I think that for the sake of my mental wellbeing the Australian selectors should just let North go. Forget about the good of the team, think about me, slaving away everyday over a keyboard to write my work, and having the spectre of Marcus North ruining my work.
Winning isn’t everything, and if it is better for me that North is out, frankly the Australian team will just have to do without him.
Let him run free, let him live, oh why won’t they let him live, damn them all to hell.