Shoulda Brought The Kids
It was also a refreshing change to be able to get a beer in 2 minutes rather than 2 hours as is the case at certain English test match venues, like the one in Leeds that shall remain nameless. On the pitch England didn't declare (a surprise to me) and instead batted on for another 30 minutes allowing just enough time for Straussy to miss out on his double-tonne. The cricketing gods had provided us with gorgeous weather yet again, perfect for cricket and so inbetween Bumble Spotting I tuned into the not unbiased Kiwi cricket commentary (you'd think they were winning with the way they described the action, it took Aggers to redress the balance). Engaged in some sunbathing and the odd Sidebottom chant (to the tune of Robin Hood Riding thru the glen (Siders plays for Nottingham)):
Sidebottom, Sidebottom, swings it thru the air
Sidebottom, Sidebottom with his curly hair
He bats at eight or nine
His hat-trick was sublime
Sidebottom, Sidebottom, Sidebottom.
Jimmy A was unlucky today, (I gave him a fair bit of verbal encouragement given he's a Lanky Lanky) repeatedly getting Matthew Bell in all sorts of trouble but to no avail. The Kiwi commentators said Bell was looking good, rubbish, he looked as shaky as a morning after alky with Parkinsons during an earthquake.
Vettori Copped a fair bit of chanting and it's only several weeks later an significant consultation with Gerry the pub landlord that I've found out what The Army were singing each time Vettori went anywhere near the ball:
(To the tune of 'Oh My Darling Clementine')
Dan Vettori, Dan Vettori
He's Harry Potter in disguise
We're gonna take his glasses
And poke him in the eyes