England 14-0, after the bowlers docked the tail in clinical fashion. Part of the tail is now in a spin trying to remove the openers.Cook is struggling. Ajmal the destroyer is coming on. Will the England players have long enough to study his action or will they leave that to Bob Willis. As oldies we have got tickets for one of the 'London Prepares' Diving sessions for a fiver. We are looking forward to seeing another Olympic venue from an insider's point of view. This is despite the memory of a near fatal diving accident for our son, which may leave us uncomfortable in our pre-Olympic seats.
Thanks to Seb we are Greco-Roman wrestling in our minds of whether to disappear abroad during the Olympics as we are not feeling quite the ticket at the moment. 25-0. More holiday boxes than usual need to be ticked off. A pool? Proximity of fishing? Remote? Remote control for satellite TV? Enough already! Did I ever imagine that our sport mad sons would be so discouraged at the lack of availability of tickets that they would ever contemplate leaving this sceptered isle at such a time? As Strauss walks off caught prodding for 11, the fear, the uncertainty of the inevitability that I feel for the England batsmen mirrors the reasons for choosing to watch the Greatest Sporting event that has taken place on home soil since just before I was born, from foreign climes. 39-1.
It is the boxes, that is the corporate ones that are sticking like a fish bone in one's throat. I'm not referring to the Royal ones as they have always been there, and I don't intend to speak ill of the dead. Nor do I have the heart to speak of the nearly dead, save to say that I hope the NHS pull out the same stops for the rest of us as did the French equivalent for my son all those years ago, even though we needed his E Nelson.
Eight years ago we watched the Athens Olympics on TV in Peniscola in Spain. Barry Davies was the commentator. We spent an enjoyable hour or so trying to work out which country, excluding Greece would be last to enter the stadium. You needed a maths degree to be sure of winning as the names on the team plaques looked like quadratic equations.I didn't win. I could never differentiate properly. If you want more detail you need to download 'French and Spanish Cricket for Beginners' from Amazon.co.uk as it's lunch at the cricket and I need to take a cup of tea up to the missus. IIL-I at Lunch. At least I'm only contemplating Beefy eat his Samosas and not Toffee nosed Champagne swilling Charlies devouring canapés in Beef Wellingtons with chips on my shoulder. Oh by the way E111s are known as Napoleons in France.
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