Saturday, March 15, 2008
Saved
Mathew Bell gets down and dirty in an attempt to save more runs than he has so far scored in the match. Tomorrow will dawn bright and clear with an opportunity for Mathew and his fellow under performing top order players to put bat on ball and stick around. Lets hope they can do it with out falling over.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Head Shot II
In a further shameless attempt to curry favour with Uncle Jrod we give you the head of David Hussey. He is not yet Prime Minister but domestic Twenty20 player of the year must certainly be a step on the ladder. All he needs now is a little focus, or is that vertical hold?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Young Guns
The great advantage of being the new boy is that you have so little history of failure. It allows people to play in an uncomplicated way, which makes us look at the old hands and ask why can't they be like him. That, of course, is why God invented sports psychologists. Well done young Ambrose and stay fresh.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Head Shot
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Passion My Arse!
You can blame The Atheist at AYALAC for getting me into this rant, though to be fair it has been building for some time. Deep breath, here goes.
Passion is for the bedroom not the sports field. Any cliche spouting halfwit can tell you he is passionate about something. So bloody what? If passion was the essential ingredient we would damn near all have Olympic medals and world champion status. In the '90s we had to "strive for excellence" now in the '00s we must be passionate about what we do - instance Peter Moores, Graham Henry and just about every plonker who applies for a job these days.
What is the point of being passionate if you have no idea how to achieve your goals. Get some skills, develop a plan, be bloody cunning and make sure you win. Old Andre pictured above wears his heart on his sleeve but that doesn't get him any wickets - that takes skill and perseverance - if it just took the ability to shout at people I would have more 1st class wickets than Murali and Warne combined.
Remember, if someone tells you they are passionate they had better be about to stick something cute and wet in your ear, failing that find someone with more brains and less heart.
Passion is for the bedroom not the sports field. Any cliche spouting halfwit can tell you he is passionate about something. So bloody what? If passion was the essential ingredient we would damn near all have Olympic medals and world champion status. In the '90s we had to "strive for excellence" now in the '00s we must be passionate about what we do - instance Peter Moores, Graham Henry and just about every plonker who applies for a job these days.
What is the point of being passionate if you have no idea how to achieve your goals. Get some skills, develop a plan, be bloody cunning and make sure you win. Old Andre pictured above wears his heart on his sleeve but that doesn't get him any wickets - that takes skill and perseverance - if it just took the ability to shout at people I would have more 1st class wickets than Murali and Warne combined.
Remember, if someone tells you they are passionate they had better be about to stick something cute and wet in your ear, failing that find someone with more brains and less heart.
Stand Tall
Monday, March 10, 2008
Long Levers
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Gis A Hug
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