Fred’s going to be King Cricket one day. How can he not be? He plays for Lancashire. He plays for England. He bats like King Kong swatting flies. He bowls like a man who thinks he can propel the ball through the batsman and into the stumps if he tries a bit harder.
He’s got a big thick northern accent, but he’s obviously smarter than all of the South Africans put together – even if they got help from their mums. He’s really, really nice and when he went to console Brett Lee at the end of the nail-biting Edgbaston Test, we nearly cried. Then we remembered that we had two testicles and didn’t bother.
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