This is an aerial view of Brisbane, looking north. In the fold of the river is the area known as Kangaroo Point, where OZ lived for a few years. The big round thing is The Gabba – which is short for Woolloongabba, the suburb where it’s located. Our Cricket season traditionally starts at The Gabba – the first test of the year is always played here.
Tomorrow at 10:00 am our shonkiest XI ever will stagger on to the field to be taught a lesson by our mates from across the Tasman. NZ aren’t a strong cricketing nation, but I confidently expect them to defeat us with ignominy; lashings of it.
Did our new selectors recall Simon Katich to fill one key hole left by the legion of the injured? No, of course they didn’t; Pup doesn’t like him. The fact that he’s probably the only fit batsman in the whole of Australia capable of opening against the Kiwi quicks doesn’t feature. We’ll rely on Hughes, who’s been pretty useless recently, and Dave Warner, who’s a skilful lad but woefully short of test experience.
When it’s our turn to bowl, we’ll have Peter Siddle leading – who admittedly managed a hat trick against the Poms this time last year on the same ground, and is without doubt a trier – strangely supported by a pack of juveniles just out of school, but without young Cummins who has a sore heel, the poor little dear.
Ponting will, of course, be present – like a nagging tooth that just won’t stop hurting.
But, loyal to the end, Bearsy will be ensconced in the lounge room in front of the HD 42″, windows tightly shuttered, aircon going full blast and no interruptions thank you, Boadicea – all ready to be depressed for the next four days – it won’t get to five, I’m sure. 😦