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I’m Vaughany All Night Long

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I didn’t want to let Michael Vaughan leave without saying goodbye so here is a valedictory post in honour of the man.

I’d like to remember Vaughan as a batsman fashioned from papier-mache pages of the MCC manual. And his nonchalant accumulation of fat hundreds in the early noughties. And the systematic swivel-pull twatting of McGrath and Gillespie on the Australian tour of 2002-03. And that cover drive.

And as an captain who got the best out of his players by being nice to them. And for lifting a replica of a tiny terracotta urn in 2005. I will even miss his endearingly shit fielding.

I don’t want to remember the later years. The cringey protestations that he was looking great in the nets. And the strokes, still classical in their concept, just half an inch down the wrong line. And I want to forget the knees of an overworked washerwoman, the knees that finally did for him.

Someone once told me that in his early career at Yorkshire Vaughan would regularly frequent Gatecrasher in Sheffield and large it all night to music of the house persuasion. It was an enchanting image. That among the sweaty writhing mass of gurning ravers there was Vaughan, full of poise and elegance. Unfurling textbook dance moves with exquistive timing and confident footwork. Equally as comfortable with quicker beats or tunes of a slower tempo.

Maybe now he has retired he could go back and relive the old days at Gatecrasher. I think it’s still going. I just hope that he doesn’t waste all his best moves practising in his bedroom.

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June 30, 2009 at 8:45 pm

Take A Front Row Seat, Shane

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I don’t think there is a stranger sight in sport than a uncontested scrum. Sixteen large men uniting to create an inert phalanx for no other purpose than to restart the game. I know little of the murky practices of the pack, but to insert one’s head up into your colleague’s groinal regions just to stand there apologetically seems like an unnecessary embarassment.

Sadly for the Lions it also disarmed them of one their most potent weapons against the Springboks. I am not completely familiar with the etiquette of the replacements for the uncontested scrum but I couldn’t help wonder as I watched Alun Wyn Jones tramp onto the pitch whether the Lions management hadn’t missed a tactical trick. The rigid laws in rugger don’t allow for too many subtle changes in formation, but a Ronan O’Gara or Shane Williams might have put a cat among the muscular pigeons in the front row.

And when Brian O’Driscoll and Jamie Roberts wandered dazed off the battlefield, the Lions must have hoped for an uncontested match, let alone an uncontested scrum. Just a bit of pass the parcel down the three-quarter line and some pat-a-cake among the forwards would have fitted the bill. That’s how I used to play rugger.

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June 27, 2009 at 5:14 pm

Spare A Thought For Shoaib

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There’s something that initially jars about England’s upcoming fixture with Warwickshire. It’s as if they have gone on tour in their own country. I know that holidays in the UK are very popular these days but this is a new one. I suppose that with international and domestic Twenty20 bashing first-class cricket out of the fixture list in the last month it is a sensible if unusual match-up.

With Pakistan currently canvassing to play their games on these shores, things could start to get pretty congested. Expect test matches at your local village ground any time soon.

One player who won’t be flying over to line up for the Pakistanis is Shoaib Akhtar. And while I was delighted to see his erstwhile team-mates conquer their early mediocrity to win the Twenty20, I couldn’t help shed a small tear for poor wretched Shoaib: sitting over there in Rawalpindi watching on television with an ice-pack on his genitalia. And to compound his sense of desolation he also had to witness the emergence of a potential new fast-bowling superstar. At 17 years old, Mohammad Aamer might be sticking around for a while. Which could spell the end for the old rogue and his international pretensions. 

And after the England summer squad announcements today Michael Vaughan might be in a position to lend an empathetic ear. He should take a trip to Rawalpindi and pay a visit to the bowler. He could hold that ice-pack in place while he’s out there.

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June 22, 2009 at 7:54 pm

It’s All Fun and Napes

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It’s actually been a bit of relief to catch a breather from the World Twenty20 action and have the opportunity to snort up some pure uncut County Championship action.

And there was a particularly diverting performance down at Tunbridge Wells by Graham Napier of Essex but not England. Napier has spent the last two weeks employed as a waiter serving drinks to his colleagues. He occupied his place in the England dugout with the quiet desolation of a man invited to the party only to arrive at the door and be told his name is not on the list.

Against Kent yesterday he gave a poignant reminder of what the England management ignored: boshing 64 unbeaten runs at No.8 off 68 balls including 7 fours and 2 sixes. Apparently these are called boundaries, but I wouldn’t know: I’m an England fan.

Napier added four wickets to his all-round swag, one of which was an old comrade from the benches, Robert Key. Key has acquired a cultish following among cricket fans, and I believe that Napier deserves one too.

If only because he will always hold a special place in my affections for literally being the most drunk person I have ever seen. It was in the bar of the Park Plaza Hotel in Nottingham after Twenty20 finals at Trent Bridge in 2006. He crashed out of toilet door and acquainted himself with the opposite wall, before greeting me like I was his brother. It was a touching moment and I won’t forget it.

I hope the England selectors don’t forget him either, although I fear his opportunity may have passed. But that’s just going to add to his cult.

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June 17, 2009 at 7:08 pm

A Slightly Less Super Eight

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Having watched most of the Twenty20 through a pop-up window at my desk, I felt very fortunate to take my seat on the pavilion balcony at the Oval to sample it first-hand yesterday. Here are a few things that I learnt:

1. With Chris Gayle’s fluoro-shades and the equally luminous sweatbands worn by the quick bowlers, the West Indies are definitely the most nu-rave team in international cricket. They really should come out to bat to the Klaxons.

2. Younus Khan speaks with the cadence of an agitated racing commentator. He also looks a lot like DS Don Beech from The Bill. But I knew this already.

3. A scantily-clad young female cavorting lasciviously whilst draped in the Pakistani flag seems a bit wrong.

4. Well done to Surrey who won their first County Championship match in nearly two years. I actually learnt that today by looking at the internet on my phone while on a picnic with my parents but I feel it needs to be said.

5. The Yahoo yodelling jingle that accompanies every change of bowler maybe the worst excess of the commercialisation of cricket, but it is strangely entertaining.

6. The ICC need to hire a PA announcer that doesn’t sound so sinister when declaring to the crowd that “all the children are very welcome today”.

7. The dubious novelty of the Mexican Wave. It is popular not only with England fans. Happily after a few abortive attempts, the crowd seemed to give up on it. I think this is because, like water down the toilet, the Mexican Wave goes counter-clockwise in New Zealand. The opposite to everywhere else. So after a few awkward occasions when they just waved at each other, it was put to one side.

8. Twenty20 is more than just great fun. But it doesn’t compare to a Test Match.

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June 14, 2009 at 8:01 pm

Meet The Basher

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I am not normally in the business of disseminating advertisements for a Rupert Murdoch enterprise, but I have been entertained over the last week by this little trail for the Ashes summer on SkySports.

It’s not the ludicrous parade of Australian cliches that is so appealing, although playing on the Aussie stereotypes seems to be de rigeur this week. If you haven’t had the opportunity to watch the hilarious Michel Gondry-directed episode of Flight of the Conchords that was aired on BBC4 this week, then I am sorry.

The only reason I would commend this advert to you is the performance of Sir Ian Botham. His portrayal of a man exasperated by the prospect of a summer in the same small space as Shane Warne is both funny and effecting. Botham has previously put in a sturdy stint on the Shredded Wheat campaign, but this performance is on a higher plane. 

It is conceivable that Botham raised his game in the presence of Warne, a man who himself has consistently attained thespian excellence throughout his lengthy association with the Advanced Hair Studio. The adverts for AHS normally culminated in some clumsy reference to Warne’s previous text-messaging misadventures which would be the cue for some seemingly genuine irritation on the tubby spinner’s part.

Botham is integral to Sky’s coverage. Not because he provides any mind-shattering insight. But his bashing of Australians is second to none. We could do away with the Third Man analysis section, and permanently install Beefy into some recess of the commentary box as the Aussie-Basher. It seems like that the entire Sky team resent their regular secondment to the Third Man position (apart from Nick Knight, who I’m guessing was a prefect at school). Nasser Hussain in particular bears a particular grudge. Nobody puts Nasser in the corner.

So that’s settled then. Sir Ian the Aussie-Basher. He can get the ball rolling with Rupert Murdoch.

Zack Morris And The Art Of War

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Fuck Off, Im Zack Morris

Fuck Off, I'm Zack Morris

Zack Morris was one of the great modern lotharios of the small screen. I have a fond recollection of a classic episode of Saved by the Bell when he disguises himself as a girl to infiltrate Kelly Kapowski‘s slumber party in order to learn something of the exotic secrets that she and her chums hold.

I’ve not read whether John Buchanan is a fan of Saved by the Bell or other shows in the Peter Engel canon, but the announcement today of his short-term employment by the ECB in a consultant role sets the alarms bleeping in my mind. For Buchanan read Morris, for the Loughborough academy read the Kapowski boudoir. A week-long contract seems suspiciously brief – although plenty long enough to conduct some heavy-duty espionage on the England team on behalf of his former charges.

Buchanan is famous for studying the ancient Chinese military manual The Art of War, and there is almost certainly some wank in there about knowing one’s enemies is to know oneself or something. Thus we are presented with the terrifying prospect of Buchanan as a sort of bespectacled Trojan horse hell-bent on unleashing a battalion of tiny Australian coaches from beneath his ACB anorak to gather intelligence at ECB headquarters.

Of course I shouldn’t be so worried – the Aussies would never dream of going to such extravagant lengths to spy on their mortal foes. No need. Just have a look in the vicinity of the England dressing room. You should find everything you’re looking for on a piece of paper there.

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