(the) English, March?
This is the kind of shit that makes me sick.http://content-usa.cricinfo.com/indveng/content/story/238833.html
Some useless long-forgotten English excuse-for-a-cricketer presenting the rants that teams visiting India have long presented about how they were treated unfairly by the umpires when they came to India. How the conditions were too oppressive. How the food was too spicy. How the cities were too unclean and polluted. How the prawn curries in the roadside restaurants by the local sewer, which only the rickshawallas from the bus-stand inhabit, gave them food poisioning. How the crowds were too loud. How the pitches are always dustbowls which cause the innocous Indian slow bowlers to suddenly breathe fire, while there own super talented slow bowlers are as ineffectual as ever( a team which has Ashley Giles as their front line bowler is like a hunter who tries to shoot a tiger with his slingshot). How God was biased against them.
The Australians realised the folly of their actions and instead learnt to embrace the change. And look what that brought for them, a series win in India after 30 years. But the English refuse to change. For them its still this third world protectorate-dominion, a win in which holds no value. For them, the Ashes victory is the be-all and end-all of the cricketing world. They won that right? So nothing else matters right? So Duncan Fletcher starts giving us the news as to how half the team is suffering from gastric influenza( i mean dont these fuckers ever learn what to eat and what to avoid). Marcus Trescothick leaves the team midway for "personal reasons" which I am sure would have been easily sacrificed had it been the Ashes or a home series at stake.
And the Indians, well, we never crib about how the tours to England are always organised at the awkward time when their cricket season is just starting, when the winter has not completely thawed off and it freezes your bones just to be out in an open space. We never cribbed about how tough it is to play a sport in light that seems more suitable for a cinema hall during a show. Or how tough it is to bat or bowl when you have 6 layers of clothing on your body( anyone whose played cricket in delhi in the winters with sweaters on will know what i am talking about...you have a ton of clothing on you cuz you will freeze without it, but you will still be sweating underneath it all because of all the running around...its the weirdest feeling) . Naah, we Indians dont crib, we just fight amongst ourselves a little, crib about how Dada is playing/not playing( depending on which side of the fence you are), crib about how Dalmiya is making his millions( well atleast he made us a cricketing superpower in terms of sheer clout, the freaking Congress politicians siphoned off 10 times that amount and left India wallowing in penury and famine- whose taken them to court for that). Well after all for us its stilll all about Karma right?? And also about the readiness to hammer an opposition reeling under their psychological issues and to catapult to second place in the ICC Test rankings. Hallelujah, the Pakis are gone and the English are here.
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posted by Nitish @ 2:18 AM
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