Hurrah! Duncan Fletcher’s gone, I’m not pleased from a cricketing perspective you understand. He’s a top coach and most definitely moved English cricket out of a dark age. It was just his miserable demeanour that got to me, which seems a superficial judgement to make. Considering the unproven replacement, perhaps it would be better if the ECB had persevered with the miserable bugger. But they deem it right to promote from within, which is a noble concept as long as the promoted man is the right man for the job. Witness what’s happened since the present bowling coach took over. A man promoted from within and palpably failing to gain the confidence of his charges. Two of our best young bowlers have taken a couple of steps backwards in their development and God forbid, rumours that the bowling coach has tried to meddle with Stuart Broad’s action. A young man who resembles Glen McGrath at the same age.
One happy outcome from our early demise from the world cup must be that we will no longer have to witness our women supporters trying to out dance the Caribbean hosts. The British women are obviously pleasant enough, though always of a certain age and always startlingly pink in colour. With their departure I’ll be forced to watch the local lovelies. None of whom would ever qualify for the London anorexics cat walk by the way and hurrah to that as well. Cricket – no thanks, I’ll wait for the between over shots of the dancing girls thank you very much.