Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Trobriand CC

Imagine it. Ricky Ponting is caught at square leg. The England team, all 57 of them, in war paint, feathers, flowers, some with spears, taunt the Australian captain as he begins the lonely trudge back to the pavilion. They surround him, humiliating him as he walks by, doing the octopus dance, waving their right hands in the air, to remind him that he has been caught. "The octopus is very sticky," they chant. "The ball sticks in my hand! In my hand! In my hand!" A mighty roar of approval goes up from the ecstatic Lords crowd, most of whom are topless ladies. See? Now that's what I call cricket.
-- from Sam Wollaston's review of an episode of Last Man Standing.

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