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OK. He’s not but at least the latest farce over his unfair dismissal case with the ICC means that I can repost an old picture and also remind people that Flintoff’s Ashes is still here 
In other news England have won the ODI series against Sri Lanka. Of course they have. I didn’t bet on them. The bastards.
Tags : Darrell Hair, Cricket, Australians, Earls Court
The Atheist over at Are you a left-arm Chinaman has asked for readers to contribute some good cricket chants. Interestingly enough, an old post of mine regarding cricket chants has received some attention from an ex-convict Australian visitor so it looks like folks are looking for something new to sing at the grounds so let me present to you a Flintoff’s Ashes exclusive. I expect the Barmy Army to be singing it at Bristol on Friday 
To be sung to the tune of Macarena
There’s a Russian dude from Hampshire who is playing English cricket
He’s got a slower ball and it’s really hard to pick it
If you get it wrong, you’ll miss the ball and hit your wicket
Hey! Mascherenhas!
Tags : Cricket, England, Barmy Army
Iver Heath Cricket Club was formed in 1947 by a bunch of alcoholics looking for something to do when the pubs used to shut on a Sunday afternoon. Sixty years on and we’re still boozing!
We’re looking for new players to join our Sunday social side. Key requisites are:
* The ability to drink your own bodyweight in beer
* A photographic memory to recall outrageous umpiring decisions from years ago in order to bare long term grudges
* A sense of humour to enable you to take part in our sledging. Note: we never sledge the opposition, only our own players
* Cricketing ability would be nice too although not essential as we don’t want you showing any of us up!
We’re a friendly team who play our cricket hard but enjoy the social element of the game even more. We play our home games at the picturesque Farnham Royal ground which is between Beaconsfield and Slough. Most of our players live in the West London area so can provide lifts if you don’t have a car.
You can get a better idea of what we’re all about by visiting our website and laughing heartily at our career averages.
Drop us an email with your contact telephone number and one of us will give you a call back. We’re particularly short for this Sunday (26 August) so if you’re free and fancy a game, you’re in!
Saturday is the final of the 20-20 competition and I’m going to be cheering on Blob Rob Key and his Kent cohorts as they take on the might of…ermm…Sussex and then, presumably, Lancashire in the final. The reason? Well it’s because I’ve got another one of my silly bets on!
I picked up Kent each way before the last round at 8/1 so I’m hoping they at least make the final so I make my money back. The best price I could find for them was 16/5 through totesport so support Fat Boy Fat and back Kent to win and make the guys at King Cricket happy.
It’s 6 months since my hopes and dreams were cruelly shattered by a bunch of cheese stealing sheep worriers. The mourning period was long, painful and included the World Cup debacle but I felt I was slowly coming to terms with the loss of the Ashes. Wins against a woeful West Indies team in the Test series (let’s not mention the one dayers, eh?) and the news that Marcus “I’m Not Mental” Trescothick was on his way back filled me with joy and happiness and maybe a touch of wind.
That was until the morning when I read this:
Aussie Googlers don’t take ourselves too seriously, we love a good laugh, we’re always happy to make fools of ourselves for a good cause (so long as we’re beating the Poms in the Ashes).
This is taken from the official Google blog. One of the biggest companies on the planet is taking the piss out of us long suffering England cricket fans. So much for their “Do No Evil” philosophy, eh? Do they not realise the pain that this sporting loss meant to so many people? I guess not. After all they come from a land where a world series is contested by only teams from one country.
Well we’ll see who is laughing soon, Mr Google, when you launch your new multi million dollar data centre over in Australia and return in a couple of months time to find it full of sheep droppings, empty cans of XXXX and a note saying all your employees have fucked off to Europe on a Contiki tour.
