Smells Like Team Spirit


What a session. What a match. What a series. The two best teams in the world locked in mortal combat for the past 7 weeks or so. A lot of late nights, booze, paranoia, fear, and ecstasy. And I'm supposed to be on holiday. In the end the better team won and credit to all who played (apart from Damien Martyn who was crap).

It was magical to watch Warnie bowling throughout this series, seeing our batsmen stand up right to the last one, seeing Vaughn lift the tiny urn.

To see our team who were tonked around the place for many long and terrible years build themselves into this Team is truly admirable. To win back the Ashes, divine.

As the late St. Richie of Benaud would say, "Super effort that. Maaarvelous game all round."

Amen.

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