See the Seven and Seven Eighths blog for the update on the medical front. Thank you all for your lack of concern. This isn’t Liverpool and you’ve all stepped up to the mark in terms of calling me a “tart”, accusing me of malingering and for all other spite and invective. It is what I have come to expect. Thanks.
I shall be going more deeply into the Ashes. Of course. It is decidedly odd to know someone else is using your ticket, but thankfully the shoulder was better by the time of the denouement (how convenient I hear the cynics cry) even if the cramped accommodations and the Occidental Cured Pork arsehole in front of me made Sunday a test of endurance as well as a moment of sheer pleasure.
Meanwhile Rampshire fell apart against the Shotguns so it will be second division cricket again next season. No doubt Sheldon, Stewart, McKay and Adams will be telling us it is all part of an ambitious rebuilding programme that will reap future benefits, but like most Surrey fans I talk to, we aren’t buying it.
Photos, interviews (no army ones though) and comments on the brilliant victory to follow soon enough. I am sure you are all pleased to see me again….
Ah, you’ve been missed. Rather gutted I swapped blackberry picking in the ourfield and 18 runs at South Nutfield for witnessing an Ashes victory. Healthier but not as much fun. I hear Mr.Cook appeared at the Rowbuck?
By: Sir Peter on August 25, 2009
at 1:59 pm
Indeed he did.
The moment itself, the exact time it was clinched, was part of an amusing and tiresome few minutes involving a fan in front of us. The actual winning feeling was odd, and I reckon a damn sight different from 2005. That I will go into at a later time.
333 was bound to come right at some point.
By: Dmitri Old on August 25, 2009
at 2:39 pm