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My Ralph Malph Moments

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Like a recovering cocaine addict I’m leaving all this white stuff behind. Tomorrow I’m migrating down south to South Africa for the winter to point at lions and also take in the third Test Match at Cape Town. Although I’m very excited at the prospect of gawping at elephants and rhinos and hyenas in the wild, I hardly need tell you that I’m more enthused by the thought of seeing Graham Onions in his natural habitat.

So sound the sombre bugle, this is the last post of 2009. To wish you all a happy Christmas I’ve put together a highlights package of this blog’s output over the last year. A bit like when television producers can’t be bothered to create anything new so cobble together a few clips from the archives. You know, like in Happy Days when they all reminisce about that funny thing that Ralph Malph did and they gaze off dreamily into a distant corner of Al’s diner and an old scene from a previous show is cued up.

Well, here’s my Ralph Malph moments.


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December 24, 2009 at 2:10 pm

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Harris Sportsthoughts Highlights 2009

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That’s it.

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December 24, 2009 at 2:07 pm

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The Best Cricket Blog Thing

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So they suspended the election on this Best Cricket Blog thing. Apparently the UN inspectors were not satisfied with the amount of multiple-voting going on. I blame Mugabe.

It wasn’t me. I promise. Well I only once. For my gran. She’s not that computer literate. Well, twice actually. I voted on behalf of the cat. No opposable thumbs you see. He can’t work a mouse unless he’s chasing it down a small hole in the skirting board.

Anyway, it’s all a bit depressing given the number of unspeakable things I did to win votes the first time round. But if you can be bothered again, please do so here.

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December 24, 2009 at 1:10 pm

Where The Paul Harrises Are

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Paul Harris bowling Ian Bell during the first innings of the test match just gone at Centurion was not the best thing I’ve ever seen on a cricket pitch. And I’ve seen a man run himself out because he thought the game was over. That was an American boy at my school actually.

Unfortunately sometimes when Bell gets out he really gets out. It’s the kind of You’ve Been Framed caper that has the unhappy effect of extinguishing memories of Bell’s more worthy achievements in the game. Like the very essential 72 he scored against the Australians at the Oval without which the pilfering of the Ashes would not have been possible. That was in the last test match before this one lest anyone had forgotten.

The main reason why the Bell detractors were polishing their spank-paddles was who was lumbering in at the other end when he shouldered arms. Paul Harris is a man famed for his inability to spin the majority of his deliveries. When I remind myself that Harris took five wickets in that innings and he is in fact in the Top 10 of the test bowler’s hit parade, it is impossible to do so without my inner voice sounding like a patronising uncle.

Who knows what thoughts were floating around the Bell brain when Harris bowled that delivery? It is entirely feasible that he was gazing up the wicket and pondering what actually Paul Harris is. He doesn’t look like a spinner. He doesn’t really look like a cricketer. More a strange fuzzy giant from a distant island. Maybe that’s his mystery.

"Ian Bell and Paul Harris" by Maurice Sendak

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December 23, 2009 at 5:15 pm

Blanket Coverage

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Duminy: chilling with his blankie

Jean-Paul Duminy doesn’t appear to have many weaknesses as a batter. He’s what commentators describe as ‘organised’ or ‘uncomplicated’. England have tried the short ball. Which as a tactic is about as obvious as pointing and shouting ‘look over there’ just before you’re going to bowl.

But here’s something that Strauss and his bowlers may want to take heed of: Duminy has a security blanket. In his own words:

“I have a favourite blanket that I have kept with me since I was two years old. It is something special, something I feel very comfortable with. I need to feel it between my fingers when I’m in bed back home.”

So this isn’t some casual relationship he has with his blanket, it’s a deep-rooted dependence.

Steal it.

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December 17, 2009 at 9:34 am

A McCarthy Witch Hunt

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If Mick McCarthy was a holiday he’d be a wet week in a caravan in the Corley services on the M6. And when I say wet I mean it pissing it down. And when I say pissing I mean actual urine. To watch him be interviewed is to be hit repeatedly in the face by a very pessimistic spade.

No man has ever approached the highest stratus of football with such a hardy sense of defeatism. Given the opportunity to build on a fortifying victory at White Hart Lane against a crumbly United team bouncing off defeat themselves, McCarthy threw in a thousand towels. To protect his team for more winnable bouts ahead. Come off it Michael, it’s a football pitch not the killing fields of Ypres. The turf isn’t littered with the tiny shards of your half-empty glass.

I wonder what happened to McCarthy’s pride and hope. Maybe they’re up his bollocks where Roy Keane stuck them.

Mick McCarthy at the post-match press conference

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December 16, 2009 at 2:02 pm

Make Runs Not War

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***WARNING: This post may contain wanky historical references from the Simon Barnes school***

Watching India edge out Sri Lanka at Rajkot this morning was probably like looking down on the Charge of the Light Brigade. C’est magnifique, mais ce n’est pas le guerre. Or cricket.

You may consider that to fall short by three runs chasing 414 in a one-day international would be an achievement that would inspire a chorus of ‘jolly good effort’ on the Sri Lankan balcony, but captain Sangakkara looked like he was about to gouge his own eyes out. His team had manoeuvred themselves into a spot of relative comfort but failed to score a boundary in the last five overs to miss out – there’d only been 104 in the rest of the match.

825 runs in the game would suggest that the bowlers struggled a touch: in fact for most of proceedings they were relegated to just facilitating the re-start of the match, with as much relevance as a throw-in during football. At this rate quick bowlers will soon be regarded as freakish sideshows like Rory Delap. Something to be smirked at by Mark Lawrenson on Football Focus or to be gawped at on Youtube. Like this:

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December 15, 2009 at 2:59 pm

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