Elation, Despair, Depression, deep depression and ranting

What can you say about today then?

I despaired when I heard that Australia had won the toss.  It was vital that we won it.

I was elated with the performance of the England pace attack.  It really reminded me of the great West Indian team of 1984.  The aggression, the pace, and the hostility.

Little did I know what was to follow.

Having sneaked out of work to go to the pub at lunchtime we returned to the office grinning like Chesire Cats.  We disturbed the old birds having their lunches by jumping up and yelling when Gilchrist went.

The Landlady popped her hear round to see what was going on, saying:

‘…eh? Oh, I thought it were a fight like.’

Colin Farris who I work is not one to get carried away and rather annoyingly kept saying ‘Australia have to bowl on this as well.’ I don’t like my moments of euphoria being interrupted by cold clinical analysis.  The reason being, is that Colin is always right.  This is down to his large brain that constantly bamboozles everyone at work.  Even now as he reads this he will be correcting my spelling and grammar.

As McGrath tucked into our top order, Colin kept reminding me that this would happen.

Our top three it has to be said look pretty flimsy.  We all wondered what would happen when Pietersen came in at something like 60–4.  We never expected 20–4!

Lets take some positives out of this though.  We did bowl really well.  The Aussies were rattled.

We’re only 98 behind.

I don’t have a ticket for Sunday.

Colin is not in the office tomorrow.