I refer of course, to the ICC Twenty20 Cricket World Cup, which England won yesterday. It is the first cricket world trophy England have won in 35 years of trying, having been defeated on all four of the previous occasions they’ve made it to a final.
If you haven’t been following the tournament, I can only tell you that watching England has been surreal. Only last summer, England were ODI luddites, supposedly watching the rest of the world sail over the horizon. This month they steamrollered everybody including, in the final, an Aussie team which the Old Batsman had compared to both muscle-bound juggernauts and unkillable vampires. Rarely can there have been such a rapid transition from no-hopers to world-beaters.
I can only put it down to Cameron-Clegg, and I trust that Paul Collingwood’s collection of blonde public schoolboys (including my Jacuzzi-pal Luke Wright), gnarled county pros, South African refugees and stolen Irishmen will get a celebratory audience with that Toothsome Twosome.
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Bet the Saffers wish they had those 'refugees' back now!
Interestingly, I think this is far more of a press issue than it is amongst the followers. Aggers seems upset that the team isn't full of eleven people like er, Aggers.
Yes, it's a fair reflection of the modern world, especially Britain, and anyway, we supporters are just pathetically grateful for them.
Also, we had this debate yonks ago with Zola Budd. It was old by the time Greg Rusedski came along.
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