Darren Sammy takes seven wickets
Darren Sammy must have the tallest head in cricket. He's quite tall anyway, but a good proportion of that's just his head. It's a very tall head. Take a look.
Ah, DJ Sammy, a shining light on a day of unrelenting shod from the West Indies. What a debut.
As far as we could tell from the stands, Darren Sammy bowled some good deliveries in taking his seven wickets. They weren't wild heaves from the batsmen, for the most part.
What worries us, however, is that he will now be undroppable for a period on the basis of this one good day. It seems that many of the West Indian players can hold their places on the basis of one-off performances when things went their way. Really it should require more consistent achievement to warrant more Test appearances.
The players aren't doing a lot, so it doesn't take much to stand out from the crowd, but if you're in the team, you can live off past (minor) glories, so the crowd remains. This is why sides always hanker after 'competition for places'.
England v West Indies, third Test, day three at Old Trafford
England 370 (Ian Bell 97, Alastair Cook 60)
West Indies 229 (Shivnarine Chanderpaul 50, Monty Panesar 4-50)
England 313 (Alastair Cook 106, Kevin Pietersen 68, Darren Sammy 7-66)
West Indies 22-1
Ah, DJ Sammy, a shining light on a day of unrelenting shod from the West Indies. What a debut.
As far as we could tell from the stands, Darren Sammy bowled some good deliveries in taking his seven wickets. They weren't wild heaves from the batsmen, for the most part.
What worries us, however, is that he will now be undroppable for a period on the basis of this one good day. It seems that many of the West Indian players can hold their places on the basis of one-off performances when things went their way. Really it should require more consistent achievement to warrant more Test appearances.
The players aren't doing a lot, so it doesn't take much to stand out from the crowd, but if you're in the team, you can live off past (minor) glories, so the crowd remains. This is why sides always hanker after 'competition for places'.
England v West Indies, third Test, day three at Old Trafford
England 370 (Ian Bell 97, Alastair Cook 60)
West Indies 229 (Shivnarine Chanderpaul 50, Monty Panesar 4-50)
England 313 (Alastair Cook 106, Kevin Pietersen 68, Darren Sammy 7-66)
West Indies 22-1
Labels: Darren Sammy, England, West Indies
Sunday, June 10, 2007
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Sunday match report...
They all said it was silly, that the Test would be all but over by the time our merry band got to Old Trafford on Sunday morning.
But no! Harmy and Monty, Big Shiv and, erm, Big Shiv again, all conspired to give us a full day's play!
It was a somewhat lethargic day in the stands, from the first over onwards -- we were all ready to duck over in Stand C as Harmison bowled his first over in our general direction. Somehow, it consisted mostly of straight balls.
There were only about four Mexican waves all day, albeit one that was of the rarer anti-clockwise variety. There seemed little point sledging the fielders -- even Sidebottom got away with no stick at all.
There were no streakers.
One of the stewards had a McEnroe-style headband.
And Monty didn't give us a wave.
You couldn't get a wave off Monty even?
"Kevin Pietersen, Kevin Pietersen, scratch your arse and we will cheer. Scratch your arse and we will cheer."
He did and we fulfilled our end of the bargain.
He was batting at the time. Now that's crowd influence.
Don't forget the multiple Waves in the anticlockwise direction, one of which must've done a good 4 or 5 circuits.
And the guy just to the right who was seriously nonplussed with the Barmy Army's rabble rousing. No sweets were gonna calm his righteous anger. Oh no no.
Anticlockwise waves seriously freak us out. It's all kinds of wrong.
Dan's right though. They did happen and somehow they did succeed.
Nope, no wave from Monty, despite much trying. Admittedly, we were in the mature Stand C rather than the boyish (or possibly boorish) F.
He sort of gave a little hand-shake while facing away from us, but it certainly wasn't a wave.
I think he was being "focussed".
Towards the end of play, people at the front of the stand were resorting to "Stand up if you hate Sussex"...oh dear.
I think Sundays are somewhere between Saturdays and Mondays. Technically, they really _are_ between Saturdays and Mondays, but you know what I mean.
We were in the E stand, which is somewhere between the mature C Stand and the boorish F Stand.
That joke was much funnier when you made it.
It was in the C Stand that we met the 'Strauuuuuss. He will waltz you around... Again' guy who maintained his solo, partially-clad vigil throughout the day.
He wasn't mature.
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