Alany Tyersy has stolen Petery Mooresy’s diaries(y) again, and has uncovered some gems worthy of your attention.
Instead, we’re going to have a couple of days of net sessions. They offered us some local bowlers to practise against but, again, you just can’t be too careful so we’ve got Saj and Plunky coming over from England instead. Our batters’ confidence took a bit of a knock in India – poor Belly still wakes up in the night screaming about powerplays and shouting “there’s fielders everywhere, I cannot escape them”– and we thought it might be better to avoid any potential banana skins against some wily deckchair attendant who can give it a nasty rip or what have you.
Ali Cook has never been the same since the working-over he got at French Cricket from those schoolgirls on the beach in Antigua, and it just goes to show how delicately poised the confidence of the international sportsmen can be. I sometimes think that the best way to prepare is just to forget about cricket altogether.
not enough ‘execution of core skills’ or ‘hitting of straps’ for my liking… JUST HIT THE BALL BELLY!
although had to chuckle for several minutes about calling up Saj Mahmood and Plunkers, neither of which could get in their county side at times last year.