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. 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…
