I want to come home.....
Yesterday perfectly summed up twenty-first century british life for me. There was no pride, no passion, no fight and we thoroughly deserved this ritual embarrassement. Somehow, these over-paid players still managed to take little responsibility for the abject failure that they have laid at the country's door. It was of a little surprise that the only person out of the 11 who took credit (yet again) from yesterday was the only person who has working class roots and has consequently had to fight for his place in life. The other ten, if my knowledge is correct, have come from fairly comfortable middle-class backgrounds and you could see that they lacked the backbone for a fight.
If you look at any aspect of modern British life, be it our continuing under-acheivements in football, cricket, rugby or tennis. There is a clear parallel to a generation of kids who have grown up being patted on the backs for doing nothing of note and then we wonder why they grow up and only aspire to mediocrity. The Thatcher government managed to sell off our their playing fields so that a handful of property developers could walk away with millions and yet the nation suffers in sport as true talent didn't have the opportunity to emerge and we wonder why?
In british office life, I've encountered hundreds off candidates who demand excessive salaries and deliver very little in return and all because "market forces" mean they can dictate these ridiculous sums. Yet again British indutry has to suffer so that the individual can have their slice of the cake.
It was so frustrating to suffer this ignimony in person and I fear that the characters in the side don't have the spine to recover from the crushing blow their fragile overpaid egos has taken. Perhaps if Flintoff had spent more time reading the stragies of cricket rather than doing 80 corporate events last year his field placing wouldn't have been so lacking in nous. I'm sorry to be a "told you so", but I did say to anybody who'd listen that he was the wrong man for the job. Vaughan won us the Ashes because he is a naturally competitive winner who doesn't aspire to second best. Flintoff is a talented cricketer, but have a look at his averages to see how really good he is. It's not that special, but again our media has somehow made him into this god-like figure in the same way that they did with Athers, when the reality is a little different.
Brett, thanks for your post, it did make me laugh..probably the only thing in the last 24 hours that has put a smile on my face!
On the plus side, I fly to Perth today to meet up with the lovely Liloushka. Perhaps I can start to enjoy my trip for a week without having it wrecked by the cricket team
Yours disgusted and embarrassed from Adelaide
Up the Monty....Please, please play him Fletch. ( I bet Lehmann will do when he takes over!)
If you look at any aspect of modern British life, be it our continuing under-acheivements in football, cricket, rugby or tennis. There is a clear parallel to a generation of kids who have grown up being patted on the backs for doing nothing of note and then we wonder why they grow up and only aspire to mediocrity. The Thatcher government managed to sell off our their playing fields so that a handful of property developers could walk away with millions and yet the nation suffers in sport as true talent didn't have the opportunity to emerge and we wonder why?
In british office life, I've encountered hundreds off candidates who demand excessive salaries and deliver very little in return and all because "market forces" mean they can dictate these ridiculous sums. Yet again British indutry has to suffer so that the individual can have their slice of the cake.
It was so frustrating to suffer this ignimony in person and I fear that the characters in the side don't have the spine to recover from the crushing blow their fragile overpaid egos has taken. Perhaps if Flintoff had spent more time reading the stragies of cricket rather than doing 80 corporate events last year his field placing wouldn't have been so lacking in nous. I'm sorry to be a "told you so", but I did say to anybody who'd listen that he was the wrong man for the job. Vaughan won us the Ashes because he is a naturally competitive winner who doesn't aspire to second best. Flintoff is a talented cricketer, but have a look at his averages to see how really good he is. It's not that special, but again our media has somehow made him into this god-like figure in the same way that they did with Athers, when the reality is a little different.
Brett, thanks for your post, it did make me laugh..probably the only thing in the last 24 hours that has put a smile on my face!
On the plus side, I fly to Perth today to meet up with the lovely Liloushka. Perhaps I can start to enjoy my trip for a week without having it wrecked by the cricket team
Yours disgusted and embarrassed from Adelaide
Up the Monty....Please, please play him Fletch. ( I bet Lehmann will do when he takes over!)
posted by Ant | 2:08 am
2 Comments:
Hello Gaylord,
Take heart old boy, At 4am this morning my 4 week old daughter took a crap without a nappy. In my quest to save a simple hand towel I placed my hand in the way, it was like the Ice-cream factory at pizza hut. The weather is crap and I continue to fight the corporate takeover of what used to be the finest Navy in the world.
You're not doing that bad.
PS Say hello to the defectors for us.
RA
Ant, please add this link to the bottom of you next blog.... there is a long story behind it, but I'm basically trying to beat someone elses score.... and I know you're a sucker for a compition.
Ta muchly,
B
http://www.lost.eu/d787
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