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Friday, December 16, 2011

Murali the Thief

In yet another one of his boring and meaningless articles, our articulate-with-the-bat, not-so-with-the-words ex-captain Mahela has insisted the need to play our own brand of cricket in order to achieve success in South Africa. If I got one rupee for every time I hear our cricketers talk about this so called our own brand of cricket I would be filthy rich. Only I don't and so I'm not. The point is none of them seem to understand that this phrase has become such a cliche now.

Everybody seems to talk about it but nobody seems able to do it. It's like nobody knows where to find it anymore. The only possible explanation for this is somebody stole it. Our guys were playing this our own brand of cricket so happily, world was all rosy and sweet, and then all of a sudden, BOOM! Gone. Vanished. Now they have a problem. They are nothing without it. Success is only a distant dream. But of course they can't reveal it's gone; how can you come out and say this valued treasure is gone just like that? It would be like the king going out to the public and saying "I'm sorry guys, I seem to have lost the crown." Or Pamela Anderson announcing she seems to have lost her fake boobs last night. Not gonna happen.

What would the king/Pamela do in this dire situation? He/she would probably make a fake crown/ fake fake boobs for the time being, use it/them pretending everything's fine while fanatically search for the real thing(s). This pretty much is what our poor cricketers are doing right now. They are writing an unnecessarily large amount of articles explaining the need to play our own brand of cricket while on the lookout for the real thing. Hoping, praying, they would come across it. And then they can start playing the real our own brand of cricket and attribute the current poor patch to a glitch in the matrix. Or something like that. Bottom line is somebody stole it and the poor guys are desperate now.

So I decided to get to the bottom of this shit and find out what happened.

First thing to do, re-trace the steps. Find out what went wrong, when and where. Obviously the right thing to do would be to go back to the last time we were playing this our own brand of cricket. Last significant (actually, any kind of) Test success; July 2010, against India. Last significant ODI success; reaching the World Cup final, April 2011. However those two events are some 8 months apart. While we looked like the desperate king/Pamela in Tests since July 2010 we still seemed okay in ODIs till April 2011. The only logical conclusion; we had not one but two our own brands of cricket one for each format. We lost the Test version back in July 2010, the ODI version April 2011. Now what is the other significant thing that happened in relation to our cricket on both these occasion? Of course. One off spinner called it quits in Test in 2010, and ODIs in 2011. It all fits, doesn't it? Everybody doesn't have access to king's crown/Pamela's boobs though one could argue that the latter is subject to dispute. However, chances are that only someone who's close enough can steal them. It's the same with our own brand of cricket. It's got to be somebody who had pretty good access to it. And who has better access to it than the very players who play the game with it? Dressing room is where they probably keep the our own brand of cricket and after the last time this player has access to it the our own brand of cricket vanishes. Same happens April 2011; he quits cricket, we lose our own brand of cricket. Coincidence? I think not.

I always thought that fellow was a bit dodgy but this proves it beyond doubt. Yes, yes, he pretty much raised that our own brand of cricket baby by himself, but who is he to think that he owns it? Give it back, Murali, they need it!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Clash of the Titans



It's a pity that both Dan Carter and Kurtley Beale - one already a legend of the game and the other certainly has it in him to become one - aren't going to be there for the tomorrow's clash. This was going to be Dan's World Cup, and Beale would certainly have wanted to spoil his party.

Yet, all is not lost for the stakes are sky high for both teams. Blacks would want to set things straight after losing to Wallabies in both previous occasions they met in a World Cup semi final, and the Wallabies would love nothing but to stick it in the Blacks' - and their supporters' - faces for they always cope a lot of shit whenever they tour New Zealand. It is romantic in a way that they should meet in a semi final instead of the final for now the stakes are even bigger; whoever loses has a lot to lose while the winner will - mark my words - go on to win the World Cup.

This is going to be the game of the year.

Monday, October 10, 2011

It wasn't Nadal's day

It's not often you see Rafael Nadal get thrashed. But yesterday, at Japan Open Tennis Championships 2011, it was a real thrashing that he got. Murray came from behind to win the last two sets with 10 out of last 11 games going for him. It summed up Nadal's day when he hit a scooped up ball which he could have put anywhere he wanted right into the net. Sad, for I was rooting for him to win. Still it was a great privilege seeing two wold class players, one a legend of the game, live. Here's some pics.












Saturday, June 4, 2011

A Plug and a Bit More

I just realized that 5% Vodka with bread, omelette and Marmite breakfast is just what you need to kick-start your weekend. I didn't plan it though; I got home late last night so bought a small bottle of Vodka too, thinking of having a little 'me time' but I was so tired I left the Vodka to have it's own 'me time' and fell asleep. I was so fast asleep that even several chat and phone calls have failed to wake me up, I see, to my utmost pleasure. There's something so satisfying with a good old sleep isn't it? However, that left me with an unopened and an inviting bottle of Vodka so I thought what the hell and went ahead. Trust me it's quite the right blend, just don't go for a 40% Vodka though, not at 10 in the morning anyway.

So then, to the plug. Some of my friends have put up this new web site, The Score, which is for all kinds of Sri Lankan sports. And I must say the guys are doing a quite impressive job with it. So far they have been giving continuous updates on almost all major schools rugby and cricket matches and also they've streamed a lot of matches online, something that's worth a lot specially for people like us who live abroad. I've been a rugby fan ever since I can remember, when I was back in Sri Lanka I hardly ever missed a rugby game either my school, St. Anthony's, or Kandy Sports Club played. But ever since I came here, the first match I happened to watch was a school game they streamed, so, thank you guys. I really do recommend you go check it out, it is certainly better than The Papare. Oh and I've been writing a column for them too, so check it out too. That's a shameless plug to myself.

Moving onto the 'bit more' bit of the title. It is really only a bit. You see, I've planned to go watch Pirate's of the Caribbean : On Stranger Tides this weekend, so was doing my homework and watched all three past movies. I'm dedicated like that. It goes without saying that Johnny Depp is awesome, but so is Keira, at least for me. Pity that they didn't choose her this time. She really does have the best nose since Cleopatra.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Great Little Master

It was inevitable.

And fitting too.

Probably the greatest batsman of this era, and without doubt one of the greatest of all time, finally achieved a milestone he truly deserved.


Sachin breaks the world record

In 152 matches Sachin has achieved 12027 runs, 39 centuries and hearts of millions of fans around the world. What more can you ask for?

And to be able to survive - not to mention thrive - for almost two decades carrying the weight of expectations of millions of cricket-crazy Indian who wouldn't think twice before burning their heroes' houses after a couple of failures is no mean feat. Yet he managed to survive and remained on top all this time.

That's class.

And toughness.

To add to that, being such a legend in the game, he still managed to be a humble person whom everyone seems to like. That, in my opinion is the greatest achievement of all.


Being congratulated by the Aussies...

Sachin may be gone in few years, and somebody might take his records, but the wonderful memories he leaves behind will remain forever...

Thank you Sachin, you truly have been a pleasure to watch!



Read Sanga's tribute here.


Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Finally... IT'S TIME!!!

Yeah!

It's time for some cricket again!

But hold on...
If you thought it was about this...



...sorry to disappoint you.

Who cares for that T20 shit?
Well, maybe some do.

But I don't.

I was talking about this:


The Fab-Four looks out of sorts...

Yes, some real cricket!
Good old Test cricket.

The Border Gavaskar Series gets underway, tomorrow!

Call me old fashioned if you must, but I still love to see a good contest between bat and ball. Great cricketers working hard, exercising patience, elegant strokes - not 'shut my eyes and swing the bat' shit - and much more. A real fight. That's what Test cricket is all about. A true test of character, skill ant patience.

Not this "wham, bam, thank you ma'm" T20 rubbish.

And this series might mark the end of an era in cricket.
In two ways.

First, the Fabulous Four of India were mesmerized by Splendid Mendis (thanks Damith) and looked out of sorts in Sri Lanka.
Ganguly has already announced that this will be his last series, and it might well be the same for the other three Fabs. They are quite likely to Lose their Balls.
Hence, for us Test cricket fans it will be a sad day, but a one last opportunity to see those greats in action.


The Aussies are unsettled...

Then, Aussies are a totally new look team. And are with all sorts of problems.
Their spinners got hammered in the warm up game.
The batting is not settled.
In short, Ponting is shitting in his pants at the moment.
We will get to see how this new outfit will do under pressure...

All in all, I can't wait for it to get started.

Because,

Test cricket ROCKS!!!

Friday, October 3, 2008

Cricket World Cup 2007 - A walk down the memory lane...

WC 2007, what should have been a great sporting spectacle turned out to be a farcial event for many reasons - on and off the field. And it got the final it deserved - a total mayham and chaos.

Yet, it had it's moment, some of which will never be forgotten.

Let's take a walk down the memory lane...



This was what they were all fighting for...


Mahela during the opening ceremony


And the night went on...


Pose for a pic...


And the WC gets under way...


Dwayne Leverock of Bermuda, he became something of a celebrity...


Gibbs hits one of his record breaking six 6s off one over...


Attempting a run...


Banga boys creates the first major upset, giving Indians a real thrashing...


Soon the Irish followed by handing Pakis their asses...


And Inzi in tears after Woolmers death... one of the many sad things this WC will forever be remembered for...


You don't need to be in shape to be a Jonty...


An asshole - by every sense of the word... It's just a game, for fuck's sake you idiot...


And Freddy decided he also wanted to be on the spotlight... sacked of his vice captaincy after reported of being drunk before a game... that man is never short of drama!


And the English media has a field day...


Old warrior Inzi walks off after his final innings... what a career it has been...


Toss for the all important game SL vs India


The captain left wondering as the wickets kept falling...


A sorry sight, after India being kicked off the WC...


Even more sorrier sight... heroes become villains in an instance...
Get over it freaks!!! IT'S JUST A GAME!!!


And back in India, Dravid's house needed police protection - I really feel for the Indians...


Meanwhile, Aussies continued to dominate everyone...


Gibbs runs Chamara Silva out... Brings back memories of Inzi - Jonty runout back in '92...


Malinga gets four in four to set a new world record...


And gave hope to a seemingly lost game...


But the Saffers avoid a great choke just by a breadth of a hair... yes, literally... the ball after the fourth wicket missed the stumps by just that margin...


And Ponting rolls his arm over... just in case...


A World Cup played in front of empty seats... how good the ICC is...


Inzi pays his last respect for Woolmer, back in Pakistan...


Meanwhile, the old man makes a brilliant century against Windies...


And the Aussies manage to find some time to relax...


A thrilling end to a thrilling game... Fernando bowls Bopara in the last ball of a great game...


And Richie Richardson enjoys some beach cricket...


Bangladesh creates another upset by beating Saffers...


KP makes a brilliant century against Aussies, but it's all to no avail...


And Sanga tries to choke Malinga to death... for some reason...


Vaasy gets his bunny Fleming for like the millionth time or something...


The Irish signs off in style by beating Banga boys...


Two of the most talked about figures in the WC - Malinga and Tait...


Great man Lara walks in for a one last time...


But it was cut short by Samuels the Party Pooper who ran Lara out...


So he walks off... for the last time... another great career comes to an end...


He was never short of fans...


So was Mali...


All important toss for the semi final...


Mahela on his way to what would be an epic century...


And he gets there in style...


Then Mali destroys the Kiwis to take SL to the final...


And the Saffers manages to choke their way out of the WC, again... nobody can challenge them for that chokers title...


The two captains pose for a photo with the cup... who will have it?


Back in Sri Lanka, the fans have some fun...


After the all important toss...


But the rain interrupts...


Gilly starts a murderous innings...


And Fernando drops him - and probably the WC too...


Gilly thrashing the SL attack...


Reaches his hundred... squash ball or not, it was one hell of an innings...


But Sana and Sanga keeps the hopes alive...


Until the rain came...


Then Sana had to go...


And the Aussies thought they won it - before umpires decided to add one last farcial to already a messed up tournament...


But Mahela agrees it's over...


And finally, Aussies with the cup - the deserved winners...