Beau Casson is still missing.
Xavier Doherty is shaken.
Bryce McGain is waiting for a comeback.
Cameron White bowled medium pace for Bangalore.
Stuart MacGill didn’t finish a test.
Marcus North pretended to be a batsman.
Jason Krejza is obsessed with the number 12.
Brad Hogg would prefer to be a postman.
Steve Smith calls himself a wristy medium pacer.
Michael Beer is a moment from pain.
The Cullens don’t even see each other anymore.
Simon Katich and Michael Clarke invent injuries to get out of bowling.
Andrew Symonds became a hard drinker to survive.
Nathan Hauritz is now selling his pain.
These men are getting used and abused.
All at the hands of Andrew Hilditch, flat pitches, big bats and the world’s batsman.
It’s spinocide. A whole generation of Australian spinners in the corner of a mental ward, clicking their fingers, tossing imaginary balls from one hand to the other, streching their wrist and talking about flippers and doosras while the dribble all over each other.
Unless Cricket Australia are going to get these guys the mental support they need, they should not be thrown out on the ground to be mentally stripped naked and abused in front of a world wide audience.
It isn’t right.
Just say no to Australian spinners. They’ve suffered enough.