We talk about CTE, rain on two continents, Bangladesh and Ben Duckett.
Steve Finn pops in.
And I make up the World Test Championship.
Podcast is here on itunes.
And here for android.
Here is the latest cricket week.
We try talk about England, Pakistan, Austalia, Sri Lanka, West Indies, and India.
But mostly we talk about the time Shane Warne bought us a drink. And how I dropped a catch that would have given a guy ten wickets in an innings.
Android type link here.
One day there was no man, just Rahat….
And then there was one, his slain countrymen were stacked around him, it was Rahat Ali, the fighter, standing tall like the ultimate warrior
A scared,scarred, nation watched on. Their hope should’ve been gone. But together they believed in Rahat. He was more than just a mere man
You could hear the ground shake in Pakistan as the chant started getting louder each ball. rahat. Rahat. RAHAT.
His only weapon, a busted back foot cover drive that was passed down to him from his father, was what he used as the Barmy Army charged him
The Rahat clan, they have always said, fights on for Pakistan until the end. They don’t know how to give up. They bleed green.
It doesn’t matter, Rahat, it is over. Rahat turns his back on the pitiful doubters. It is never over until Rahat is defeated.
We may lose, Rahat sighs through pained breaths, but I must give my people something. A flicker of something that hints at a better future.
He squints, the sun seems harsher now, but he battles through each attack. His heart may be broken, but not his spirit.
The enemy sang their vicious battle songs, to a lesser man, to even the strongest of men, it would have beaten them, not Rahat. Never Rahat
Rahat kicked at his muscular horse, Sohail, which reared up violently at his attackers. Two brave animals, who in this fight, had become one
There was a pause in the battle, Rahat took Sohail to the river and let him have a much-deserved drink. Rahat knew it may be there last.
Then Sohail fell. Rahat looked at the beautiful blue sky, then down at the cold hard ground. It was over. There was no point going on.
Rahat had done all Rahat could. It was magnificent, but it wasn’t enough. He limped from the battle, a proud, but beaten man.
From now until the end of time, every time a warrior fights on this land, the trees will whisper Rahat. Rahat. Rahat.
Stolen from my twitter feed.
Now you can have a booty call with someone, and also have me live streaming in the film Death of a Gentleman in the background.
I’ve never tried to have sex with me in the background complaining about cricket administration or playing a weird wristy swipe to wide long on before running out my batting partner, but I bet it’s hot.
And who doesn’t want to get it on while Giles Clarke looks on disapprovingly. So go, netflix, chill, death of a gentleman.
Cricket admin documentaries are the new porn.
Hey, I have a new radio show, podcast thing over at Talksport 2.
It is with my friend Jon Norman, who in his last cricket match had a strike rate of 133.33.
We talk amongst ourselves a wee bit. Then talk to others. Foxy Folwer. Stuart Broad. Carlos Brathwaite. And even the Sam Collins.
We also play Roots Manuva and Paul Kelly songs about cricket.
And sometimes we make little radio docs about old cool cricket moments.
So go to itunes, and listen, review, rate, tell everyone.
We talked about Amir until someone else talked louder.
And other things cricket.
Chat about groins and funny dismissals.
Chat about that last over and stuff.
Chat about T20 tactics.
And chat about Sri Lankan cricketers that we haven’t really heard of.
Andy goes on holiday but that doesn’t stop him talking about Virat, or the Afghans great win against West Indies. Jarrod says goodbye to some teams.