After nought and then one, Nick Compton is finally up and running for England. Well, he’s up and ambling at any rate, having made 64 runs off 162 balls in their second warm-up match. We entirely approve of this complete lack of urgency. Hopefully the majority of his six fours were thick edges down to third man.
England might not have The Wall at their disposal, but with Cook, Compton and Trott at the top of the order, they could potentially boast a series of very robust fences. Forget iPads, alternative fuel vehicles and nanotechnology, layered fencing is very much the future.
Compton is a man who will spend literally hours at a time leaving the ball in the nets. That’s what cricket’s about – standing there, not really doing much and continuing to not really do much for a very long time.
“not really doing much and continuing to not really do much for a very long time.”
Sounds like a life-long career in financial services, KC. Have you been busy writing job descriptions for banks again?
I’ve always imagined KC to be a cubicle-man, working long hours on excel sheets doing pointless calculations that would make any reasonable fellow want to take his own life. In the evenings he puts on a jacket and lives life large, being the quintessential metrosexual male. Sort of like Stuart Broad, but with more talent.
I would assume it is this dichotomous nature of his that makes him irresistible to the opposite sex.
It’s hard to know where to begin with that assessment. So we won’t.
I’ve always imagined him to be a cubicle-man too, DC, although more in the sense of hanging around public toilets until told to move on by the police. And metrosexual as well, although more in the sense of worrying people on the Manchester trams until told to move on by the police. And of a dichotomous nature, although more in the sense of being divided into two distinct parts or classifications until told to move on by the police.