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My undying love for the game of cricket |
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Written by boonman
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Friday, 16 March 2007 |
Greetings all,
As the cricket world cup kicks off in the Windies, it would be remiss of
me not to mention the torture that is watching the New Zealand cricket team.
My life has been made up thus far with summer after summer after summer of
underwhelming performances from the team now known as 'The Black Caps'. I adopt
a north of England accent to utter the phrase, "When I were a lad" and say that
we just used to call them New Zealand, or the Kiwis.
Those days of Gary Troup or Richard Collinge
steaming in from just a few metres inside the boundary to sling the cherry at
slightly over quick medium pace are gone. We are in the modern era now when
cricket players are not butchers or teachers or heavy drinking pot smokers. No.
This is the professional era. A time when cricketers play full time all
around the world and get a few dollars in their pockets for their endless
summer.
When I watch the cricket or (because of my choosing the 'no sky' option,
due to financial constraints, and the fact that I've had UK Sky in the past and
that shits all over the version we have here) live scoring on the net, why do I
get the feeling that NZ could collapse quicker than a drunken teen? But
that is the life I have chosen.
As a cricket fan born and bred in Aotearoa, watching cricket is
inextricably linked to that gnawing feeling in the guts. Even if things are
going incredibly well, we are scoring at a brisk pace, and need a run rate of
under 2 to win, you always feel that at some point in the next five minutes the
opposing team is going to create some kind of cricketing history against us.
Yours sincerely
boonman
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