If there’s one thing cricketer’s books are good for, it’s preventing bits of paper blowing away. If there’s two things, it’s preventing bits of paper blowing away and also bitching about each other.
We’ve always wanted to write for Hello magazine. Consider this our audition.
The first day of the Ashes: hyped to buggery, but not bad entertainment.
Smell that? It’s the stench of 60 million Englanders shitting themselves.
Caution: the following article contains conspiracy theories. Donning tinfoil headware is recomended before reading.
After India’s shambolic batting efforts this tour thus far, it didn’t require much imagination to predict them being rolled within three days on a bouncy WACA wicket.