Sussex success. Lancashire disappointment. The County Championship ends in displeasingly familiar fashion.
We’re not really that bothered though. Sussex are a great side. There’s Robin Martin-Jenkins, the handiest county player imaginable. A man who’s never going to get picked for England yet merrily scores fifties and chips in with wickets as regularly as we hit our shin against the foot of the bed when walking past it.
There’s Chris Adams who alternates between looking like an utterly crap amateur and brutalising bowling for robust hundreds.
And then there’s Mushy. Mushtaq Ahmed is a bowler who takes vast quantities of wickets so consistently that we can happily point you towards three posts we wrote last year instead of creating something new. They seem just as applicable now as they did then. The man’s relentless. Age shall not weary him.
Booooooooooooo!
For just about the first time since the late nineties, I find myself very bloody annoyed with Mark Sodding Ramprakash. Grrrrrr to him and grrrrrr his dancing feet.
Oh, come now. Ramprakash was transformer-motivated. How can you blame him for this? I’m sure had Grimlock not been at stake, Ramps would’ve figured that Lancashire deserved their long-awaited triumph, and fallen on his wicket out of pure altruism.
Blame Mark’s dad, the Grimlock-buying swine.
Simon (or Dead Badger to Mahinda)