I've been lucky enough to present three caps: the first was to Nathan Hauritz, the next to Mitchell Johnson and now Agar. Every time it really is a special honour.The first was so shabbily treated by Australia that he ended up selling his kit (allegedly); the second is more famous as a joke than as a cricketer. Glenn McGrath is still destroying cricketers' careers - he's just switched targets from England to Australia.
"I have often been called a Nazi, and, although it is unfair, I don't let it bother me. I don't let it bother me for one simple reason. No one has ever had a sexual fantasy about being tied to a bed and ravished by a liberal." PJ O'Rourke, Give War a Chance
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Curse of the Pigeon
It seemed at first that Ashton Agar was blessed. Picked from pretty much nowhere, he was given an extra life by Marais Erasmus, and proceeded to tuck into some juicy short, wide filth from England's bowlers. Having lit up Trent Bridge with the best debut tail-ender knock ever, he must have thought Test cricket was pretty easy. Little did he know that he was cursed; cursed by the man who presented him with the baggy green:
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