Tristan and I are sitting watching Test Match Special. All these cricketers. How did I start to care about this sport?
I’m catching up. Yes I know we drew the series, and yes had the rain not stopped over a day of play we would have won. But… we didn’t. So be it.
I’m watching Anderson and Broad batting for a few more points. These guys are bowlers. They can’t hit it well or safely. Broad just announced his retirement.
TONK.
There it goes. 6 runs. And the night hawk, this massive weirdo, Stuart Broad – he’s hit his last ball as a batsman and it’s a six.
Anderson is out shortly after.
I’m happy to have cared about this series. This ancient game, that is bigger in many other countries than it is here… I love how it responds to the wind, the earth, the ground. I was a bowler, so I hold out towards the likes of Broad, who will always be better at their job if they listen to the wind and the earth.
Tristan and I both know we drew the series. The aussies retain the ashes. I’ve very much enjoyed the hard work and play that took us to that.
I’m gonna watch it. You won’t get any remarkable insights from me right now so it’s silly to try. Be kind. Night night. A
AlBarclay 