November, 23rd 2006 10:35 AM
Found! SK Warne's Match Day Diary from
Adelaide!!!!
SK Match Report 2nd Ashes Test
Day 5 of the second test. We're 1 nil up
and if I was playing for England today I
would be thinking... slow and steady
lads, slow and steady. But I'm not thank
god and his son Jesus Christ, I'm
Australian, and I've woken up with a
horn that a dog couldn't chew, and I'm
not sure if it's because I can't wait to
get that cherry in my hand and get
stuck into the soap dodgers... or if
it hasn't gone down since phone sex
with Rianna Ponting last night.
Anyway, no one in my room to stick it in,
no time to get on the text messages, so
I best jump in the David Gower and work
up a nice lather and give the cleaner
some work to do on the tiles.
Hot breakfast this morning, quite by
accident. Put the lit end of the ciggie into
my gob while changing hands to down an
Iced Coffee. Pup Clarke thought it was a
hell of a joke until I told him I used his
p00fy white skivvy to mop up after a
phone conversation with his sister last
night.
All the boys are full of beans this
morning though at brekky. Pigeon was
telling everyone the odds he'd got for us
to win this morning, and how he's
whacked all the money he won on McGilla
not being selected, straight on us. Pr1ck
could have shared his bookie with me,
I happen to think we'll get up today too.
Particularly with the team they've got
on the park.
Giles couldn't turn a steak into $hit.
Jones couldn't keep a farking secret, or
buy a run. "Bell end" wouldn't know
what I was chucking at him, in fact Kay
Pee and that bloke with the stupid name
that doesn't usually get a game are
their only hope.
Arrive at the ground and while the rest
of them are keen to get into the nets for
a warm up, I've got plans to test out
the Adelaide sewage system by sending
one of the biggest t.rds Adelaide has
ever seen into it.
I'm only 15 minutes into this fine little
session, not even up the centrefold
spread yet, when I hear a muffled voice
talking about the history of test cricket
and how if you look back, the chances
of Australia getting a win are so remote
it's not worth considering, and how
England just need to go steady,
nothing silly needs to be done, a
draw here will do just fine with 3
tests still to go, maybe we can wear
down an ageing Aussie side... then,
along with that monster t.rd I was
talking about, the penny has dropped...
I'm in the wrong farking change room,
and I'm listening to Freddy Flintstone
give his pre match "inspiring" speech...
...note to self, NEVER complain about
Punter's speeches again.
So with the knowledge that we now had
the game in the bag, out we trot to the
centre. I've grabbed the new ball and
told Punter I'll sort this lot out..
Punter's told me to pull my stupid head
in and wait till I'm told.... this is what
happens when you give a short man
from Tasmania a bit of authority, he
tries to make you pay for all the
inbreeding jokes ever created.
Still, I'll bide my time, we've got all day.
10 minutes into session 1 and punter
can't even look at me when he throws
me the rock... of course I let him know
he's made the first good call for the
game, and I've asked him to trot down
to fine leg please.. even he laughed
at that one while jogging to first slip.
An hour or so later and I'm well on
the way to completely stripping any
sense of pride the unwashed have built
in the past 4 days.
Strauss was easy, nice catch by Mr.
Cricket by the way, this bloke is so good
to me, and the team for that matter, I
almost feel guilty about pegging his
new girlfriend. Bell "end" run out by
me, even when getting run out this
poor ba$tard has my name next to
his in the wicket column....
Kay Pee, I enjoyed this one, certainly
wiped the stupid smile from his South
African dial.....Giles, from one spinner
to one that isn't, this was a forgettable
one..... and then Hoggard, felt sorry for
this poor prick, I've never seen anyone
this ugly before, I can see why he
grows that hair.
So that's that... we had 168 to knock off
in the final session, which was always
going to happen. 2-0 to us, Punter
named man of the match, but we
all know I deserved it.
Beers will flow in our rooms, tears will
flow in theirs. The Ashes are back,
and thank god they didn't have them
for long enough for anyone to realise!
Love to your missus
SK Warne.
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Tufnell's jungle guide to the ashes
PHIL TUFNELL is the last cricketer to win in Australia - three years ago he came top in I'm a Celebrity . . . Get Me Out of Here! The Cat brings you his jungle lowdown on the likely Aussie creatures who will line-up against England.
MATTHEW HAYDEN: Aussie wild boar. A big old lump that thrives in a variety of settings.
JUSTIN LANGER: Kangaroo. Jumps around the pitch as he tried to deal with Steve Harmison's bouncers.
RICKY PONTING: Cockroach. A pest - oh yes, a real nuisance. Must be squashed.
DAMIEN MARTYN: Flaming Galah. Native Aussie parrot which enjoys nothing more than preening itself. Loves itself.
MICHAEL HUSSEY: Shark. Fast and lethal. But one-dimensional.
SHANE WATSON: Emu. Scatty. I've heard they're scared of ghosts, too!
ADAM GILCHRIST: Funnel-web spider. Deadly and stealth-like. Catches you unawares.
SHANE WARNE: Snake. Deadly and slippery. You never know what is coming next. A killer opponent.
BRETT LEE: Rat. Scurries around and gets twitchy. Always in the way.
MITCHELL JOHNSON: Wallaby. Small, cute and new. May grow into something bigger one day.
GLENN McGRATH: A salt-water crocodile. Solid, experienced and old. But has a tough leathery skin to deal with the Aussie-bashing. Another deadly character.
Tuffers will be working for Tourism Australia during the Ashes series.

Ritchie Benaud's slant on cricket's earliest adventure
I like the thought that the earliest proper games of cricket were played between villages. Equally, it seems likely that those villages were in Kent and Sussex, in the south-east of England, where it is possible the game was referred to as ‘stoolball' in some areas because, in that part of the country, the stump of a tree was known as a ‘stool' and those tree stumps available, because of land clearance, were used as the first wicket. In other areas the entrance to sheep pens consisted of two uprights and a movable crossbar. The crossbar was called a bail and the uprights and the bail were known as a wicket. In the Weald areas in England the stool went out of favour and the uprights and bail became the preferred wicket because the ball gently brushing a tree stump might have simply produced arguments, no such chance when the bail was dislodged.
The inventive nature of those playing the game in very early days has never ceased to surprise me. The old measurements, before we became immersed in metrics, were such that a 22-yard pitch was a perfectly logical length when you took into account a ‘gad, or a goad', nail' and a ‘cloth-yard or ell'. The original method of scoring a run seems to have been to make one's ground at the wicket which was one foot high and two feet wide with, between to two uprights, a hole in the ground into which the ball had to be ‘popped' in order to run out the batsman. Popping crease has lasted through the centuries, though not the specific manner of making the dismissal which in 1727 moved to ‘the wicket must be put down with ball in hand'. In the New Cricket Umpiring and Scoring (Tom Smith, 2004), ‘the wicket is down if the fielder with the ball in hands removes a bail, or the arm (shoulder to finger tips) may be used to remove a bail, providing the ball is in the hand of that arm.' Quite a dramatic change. When the first code of Laws was produced the batsman, to make a run, needed to touch the umpires stick. This, from photographs, seems to have been a bat carried by each umpire, one standing at the bowler's end, the other at the batman's end in a position which these days would equate to a backward short leg for a slow bowler.
The game evolved quickly enough, including the styles of bowling. They began bowling under-arm, with the same action as a lawn bowler trying to take out the ‘jack' at the other end of the green, fast and under-arm. The changeover, or ‘over', would then come after four balls. Also there was the occasion when John Willes's sister Christine, because of her voluminous hoped skirts, found it impossible to bowl under-arm to her brothers, so bowled side-arm. Over-arm bowling was not quite instantaneous but, looking back to those times, it was certainly inevitable!
And thus sledging was born
Sledging was a past time inherently pursued by the hedonistic lifestyles of the very Dangerous Club in St. Maritz in the year 4 A.D. cf got wind of these derring-do's and hoofed it back quick sharp through the centuries cursing and swearing at everyone as he went. On parking off at Kent Cricket Club in S.E. England in 18 O'Time of fog and beards he settled down for an afternoon cucumber sandwich and a spot of leather on willow. Where in the midst of this, England's green and rolling hills, the quaint essential ‘Garden of England' he heard the first slanted adaption of barracking, in fact the, almost audacity of banter, ill perceived at that, about his worn but trusty sleigh, which to be fair had made it 1400 years thus far. So incensed by the insults of his personal Holy Grail that he had traipsed back with him through the ages to sho to the world from a gargantuan of a man in a hairy chin that cf did wrap the said sledge round the fat bastards head, much to the applause of the opposition and crowd alike, verbal exchanges were afoot, trouble were a-brew, but the old bastard size of a fella arched his spine in deep inhalation and bellowed a raucious howl, ‘My what fine banter we care to take ye young spunky fellow, let us see how that kind of tool adapts to the field?' - And thus sledging in cricket was born.
Read on to find out a few more hilarities of on field banter from the ages:
W.G. Grace, the greatest player of the 19th century, was the first master of verbal warfare.
Later legends of psychological insults, over 146 years of Ashes conflicts, include heroes like Fred Trueman, Ian Chappell, Merv Hughes.
Here are some of the classic encounters in the art of putting your opponent off, wrecking his confidence, or simply ridiculing him.
The history of the Ashes has also been laced with psychological jousting between matches.
Here are some of the best exchanges over 150 years of cricket:
"Surely, you're not going, Doc? There's still one stump standing."
Fast bowler Charles Kortright after clean bowling W.G. Grace in 1898.
"They have come to watch me bat, not you bowl."
W.G. Grace, responding to being bowled off the first ball in a exhibition match. He replaced the bails and resumed his innings.
"All Australians are uneducated, and an unruly mob."
Douglas Jardine, the England skipper infamous for his Bodyline bowling tactics Down Under in 1932-33.
"If we don't beat you, we'll knock your bloody heads off."
England's Bill Voce to Australia's Vic Richardson in 1932.
"There are two teams out there on the oval. One is playing cricket, the other is not."
Battered Aussie skipper Bill Woodfull at the 1932-33 Third Test.
"Well bowled, Harold."
Jardine to Larwood after the world's fastest bowler hit Woodfull near the heart.
"A fine bloody way to start a series."
Hammond to Bradman as 'the Don' declines to walk after a 'catch' behind in 1946.
"Well bowled, you bastard - now give me the bloody ball!"
Tony Lock, after fellow England spinner Jim Laker took 19 Aussie wickets at Old Trafford in 1956.
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FIERY FRED ... Trueman |
"Don't bother shutting it, son - you won't be out there long enough."
England paceman Fred Trueman to an Aussie batsman as he walked through the pavilion gate in the early 1960s.
"Kid yourself it's a Sunday, Rev - and put your hands together."
Fred Trueman to butter-fingered England team-mate David Sheppard.
"The only fellow I've met who fell in love with himself at a young age and has remained faithful ever since."
Aussie pace ace Dennis Lillee on England opener Geoffrey Boycott.
"Who's this, then? Father f***ing Christmas?"
Aussie speedster Jeff Thomson, greeting silver-haired David Steele at Lords in 1975.
"I hate bowling at you. I'm not as good at hitting a moving target."
Lillee to unorthodox English batsman Derek Randall.
" Boycott? Bounce the c***, Edrich? Bounce the c***, Willis? Slog the c***, Underwood? Bloody tight - hard to get away. Slog the c***!"
Ian Chappell addresses an Australian team meeting.
"I've faced bigger, uglier bowlers than you, mate - now f**k off and bowl the next one."
Aussie legend Allan Border to England seamer Angus Fraser.
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HUNGRY ... Mike Gatting |
"You've got to bat on this in a minute, Tufnell. Hospital food suit you?"
Oz paceman Craig McDermott to England batting rabbit Phil Tufnell.
"Mate, if you just turn the bat over you'll find the instructions on the back."
Merv Hughes sledges England's Robin Smith.
"If it had been a cheese roll, it would never have got past him."
Graham Gooch on England team-mate Mike Gatting being bowled by Shane Warne's "ball of the century" in 1993.
"When the pressure point comes, England's cricketers crumble."
Warne, 1997.
"They are the greatest bunch of sledgers there's ever been."
Aussie legend Neil Harvey on his country's 2001 national team.
"Do you wake up in the middle of the night thinking you might have dropped the Ashes?"
Tufnell to Warne at a Melbourne awards ceremony in February this year. Warne dropped Kevin Pietersen on the last day of the final 2005 Ashes Test - with his pal Pietersen 'thanking him' with 158.
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