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Showing posts with label Kanpur. Show all posts
Swap Analysis.
Bachche ki jaan loge kya? And even though Murali’s no kid, you can’t bowl him anymore, or Bhajji or anyone else who bowled at Motera. Not even if they want to. Not at Kanpur at least.
Murali uncle bowled (and I need my citizen calculator for this) 63.5 overs. See what I mean, he was so flat, couldn’t even complete his over. Point to be noted, Murali bowled an incomplete point five ball over.
Another point: Bhajji bowled 48.4 overs, and that’s in one innings. See, he too couldn’t complete his over.
But that’s nothing compared to Mishra the Mule: he bowled 58 overs in one innings. You’d think the sherpas had taken him to Everest base camp.
When the path was easier, and Mishra had Mahela mandal’s wicket, Bhajji the thoroughbred had his freebie.
Such lineage, you can’t help but want Bhajji to excel. The others, down the ravine.
Like Herath: 62 overs only.
Time to rest Murali and Bhajji or they will drop. It’s the festive season, let them shop till they drop. Buy a tannery in Kanpur, Bhajji. Ask MS to pitch in.
Murali, what are you scared of – Warne has retired, and Sachin doesn’t bowl much. Your record is safe. Go home. Let short sleeves bowl; bowl till he becomes sleeveless.
Hard to imagine a game without Murali and Bhajji – but so much harder to sit through one with them,
The curse of RP Singh
by Naked Cricket
RP bowled three no-balls at Indore. He probably bowled many more in the nets. Nobody knows, not even Venki’s chicken.
Once in Kanpur, the team went visiting to RP’s home. Possibly to tell his family their boy won’t play in the home ODI. Luckily nobody missed RP. In came IS – Ishant Sharma. He bowled two more no-balls than RP. That is one too many, actually it’s five. Think twice MSD, next time you say gimme five to Ishant. High fives aside, isn’t bowling so many no balls a new low in India’s ODI cricket?
You can ask Venki, but he’ll chicken out.
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Fie, foh, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman
Origin
The phrase has no allusory meaning and, apart from when quoting Shakespeare or Jack the Giant Killer, there's little reason ever to use it.
It is best known from the nursery rhyme - Jack the Giant Killer:
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread.
The source is anonymous and the date is unknown. It must have been before 1596. It is referred to by the English dramatist Thomas Nashe, in Have with you to Saffron-walden, 1596:
"O, tis a precious apothegmatical Pedant, who will find matter enough to dilate a whole day of the first invention of Fy, fa, fum, I smell the blood of an English-man".
How true. Let's not spend the whole day on this and finish with Shakespeare's alternate version, from King Lear, 1605-6:
"Child Roland to the dark tower came,
His word was still, Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man."
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