This is a non-controversial blog about cricket. As Pete Such It won’t appeal (not out) to female readers. Take a tea break ladies, Gareth battily, we do it all the time.
I’m Alan Knott trying to get rid of you. I love women. In all shape, form, substance, architecture, model, embodiment, chassis or any other taughtalotgicals. I’m not a misogynist ( big word for me and I know what it means). I respect women’s professional tennis and strong female singers like Cristina Scabbia and Floor Jansen. This is about dull old cricket and won’t interest you.
All right guys, I think I got rid of them. This has to be said. What’s going on with the Wisden cricket Almanac this year? Of the annual five cricketers of the year award three of them were women. 3/5! And one of them is on the cover!!!
Let’s not Straight bat this. Women’s cricket is as honking as the T20 paso-doble trumpet sound (why does that’ll always get an afterward cheer?) as is women’s football for that matter. (The less said of golf or rugby the better because the men’s version of these are c*****)
So how did three Chris Crystal Gayle’s manage to be honoured? Was last year’s men’s vintage a bad Pieterson crop? Coral Island’s donkey derby! Shrubsoley a Lancashire player had a good season and could have made the high five. Liam Livingstone, I presume.
Whoa! Gather round leadership group I sense a distaff has sauntered past the Peter Moore’s button. Take extra cover, we could get slog sweeped.