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According to the BBC, prosecutors had asked for a 230-year sentence, with defence lawyers arguing for a term of 44 months.
Clearly the two sides weren’t able to play nicely and had resorted to being silly. I suspect the judge had simply had enough of asking them to be reasonable, so he just picked a number somewhere near the middle to piss them both off (although I suspect when the dust has settled the prosecution will find a tad more comfort than the defence).
Anyway, this is a momentous event in the history of the selling out of cricket, a history which is coincidentally coincident with Giles Clarke’s tenure as head of the ECB. To commemorate it, I call for the County Championship to be renamed the “You Sold Our Sport to an Obvious Conman You Fat Oaf Championship”, for the next 110 years, say.
Shame he was a conman though, he built a lovely ground in Antigua
This reminds me of the time I wanted to buy a private jet. The guy at the flea market asked me a billion dollars. I told him I had fifteen rupees.
It’s a big sentence, no doubt about it. But it’s not really a daddy sentence. I just feel that with a little bit more application and hard work he could have pushed on past 150.
Good comment. Chapeau.
can’t wait for the “Allen Stanford’s back” post in 50-odd years.
Just to change the subject for a second –
Look at this!
https://twitter.com/Wanchope_Dickov/status/213944328157016064/photo/1
way to shave, sherminator