Don’t write The Proteas off
I take issue with reports of the Proteas first match in T20 World Cup that claim the Proteas were altogether out played by India. Were they watching the same match? Yes, we were beaten but to describe it as an entirely one-sided affair is ludicrous. We can actually take some encouragement from the match. India took the game away from us in two periods, Yuvraj and Raina’s partnership and our openers overly cautious beginning. Loots Bosman seemed to struggle with the sluggish pitch and could not adjust himself. Suresh Riana conversely, struggled early on to get the ball away but once he...
Read MoreKiwis sheer Lankan sheep
When I told a friend I was watching New Zealand take on Sri Lanka in the inaugural T20 World Cup match, he looked away in disgust. New Zealand, claims my friend, are a chore to watch. He’d much rather watch his Mac put through a crusher, take a holiday in Witbank, or watch Bangladesh volunteer to a whipping. ‘New Zealand playing T20 cricket translates to a dull team attempting an exciting game,’ he insisted. (Read...
Read MoreNtini ‘aint no ageing rocker
Makhaya Ntini turned back the hands of time as he rocked the Warriors into the final of the Standard Bank Pro 20 Competition. The Warriors, defending a meagre 121 under lights, flexed their bowling muscle and Ntini was their leading act. Ntini’s figures were an impressive two for 12 off four overs with a maiden. The Cobras were ultimately restricted to 111 for six as they battled to find the boundary consistently enough. (Read...
Read MoreProteas salvage pride in Ahmedabad
Despite South Africa’s victory in the final One Day International against India in Ahmedabad on Saturday this series will be remembered for Sachin Tendulkar’s historic 200 not out in the second match in Gwalior. India held an unassailable lead in the series but the Proteas were keen to salvage pride in their final match of the season. (Read the rest of the blog post here)
Read MoreSA Rocks OK
When I’m an old woman, grey, frail and allowed to be cantankerous, I’ll gather my grandkids about me, puff on something seemly for my age and station, and launch into a tale about the many, many Aussie whippings that I watched dished out to us. The spectre of the Waugh brothers at the Wanderers crease, the world cup agonies, the humbling series defeats, the glimmers of hope that were so cruelly bowled over by Messrs Warne, McGrath and Co…. And my grandkids will nudge each other impatiently wondering what the point of my tirade is. And then I’ll get to the tour of OZ...
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