It's always much worse than the end of the football season (even back when I used still to care about football), since the end of the football season at least means summer is about to start. The end of the test cricket schedule, on the other hand, means 6-7 months of hideousness before one can even think of venturing outside without wearing a minimum of two layers of clothing.
To sum up, then: Fúck winter. Fúck it in its inexorable, icy arse.
Speaking of yesterday a pointless bunch of pricks scrape a 2-2 draw and jump around like heroes while the other team pick up the trophy on the pricks own soil.
Remind you of anything?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/foot...em/3628573.stm
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
What kind of defeatist, furrin talk is this? Do you not love the changing of our seasons? The freshening of the air? The yellow, red and gold leaves on the trees in our parks and woodland? Jumpers for goalposts? The cosiness of the longer evenings? Ladies wearing knee-length boots?
Without wishing to take the heat off England's shortcomings, to be honest I think Australia need to take a long hard look at themselves and ask how, despite having a much superior bowling options and the series' best batsman by a country mile, they managed to be only an hour or so more play at Lord's away from losing the series.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'