Test cricket is not a three-hour Bollywood epic, or an ’80s-style four-hour Springsteen concert, or even a day at the beach. Test cricket junkies are more than just quantifiable “consumers” of cricket; they are emotional participants in an unscripted drama that becomes days of their lives.
– Sharda Ugra “The Sport That Makes Clocks Melt”
So things were looking pretty dark for Punter and his not so merry men. England were 1 nil up and were once again all over the Aussie’s on Day 1 of the 3rd Ashes Test in Perth.
The Rev was distraught on twitter:
Custard reflected…
Displaying his Christo-Anarchical tendencies The Rev lamented…
Custard was going to tweet a reply about the transitory nature of the power of Empire and how the Hebrew Bible suggests some, though evil, may be used for divine purposes. Â Struggling to get that into 140 characters he let it go…
Then overnight Mitchell Johnson drank the Ice Bath! Suddenly he was transformed! No longer a skinny, shell of a bowler in whose face people kicked sand when he played Beach Cricket… suddenly he became ‘UNPLAYABLE!’ No longer was he mild mannered Myth-chell… he had become “OUR MITCH!”
By Saturday The Rev was much relieved…
Custard reflected…
