Get a chattin’? Get a life, more like it. I should be at a Christmas party munching mince pies and swigging wine, flirting with a gorgeous hunk, but oh no, I’m here alone, waiting to see England die and kiss the Ashes goodbye like a true-blue Brit. Moan, groan.
Wrong preparation, wrong captain, wrong selections. Lord, the Aussies deserved better than this from us. Hubris, England, hubris. Learn from this for 2009.




