You all think that you’ve got nothing to say about Mohammad Asif – but you have. You wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from commenting if we’d actually said what we meant to say.
International cricket is like being stuck in a shit bar that’s got too much chrome in it and no good beers. The bowlers are the beers.
After a few minutes of looking, you eventually notice there are some bottles of Leffe in the fridge. It’s not what you want, but it’s drinkable and it’s a better option than bland European lager or frigging Strongbow. Mohammad Asif is a bottle of Leffe.
This would make Ajit Agarkar a six quid cocktail that tastes like it’s made out of tequila, syrup and sick.
And Jimmy Anderson, a decent pils, but only when the fridge is at exactly the right temperature.
I have nothing to say…. have this instead?
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Leffe’s got a really odd aftertaste though.
It’s a shit bar, we told you. It’s that or Corona.
Shall we go somewhere else? This place is full of kids anyway.
And the music’s far too loud.
668 thank you very much. The only trouble is that now I keep thinking of more of them.
A bit harsh on Agarkar, don’t you think? He started his career with a flurry of wickets, if I am right. But no one knows where he lives these days.
Ooh, 668 – hurrah! I hope you’re going to include your crickety pics, too?
A bit harsh on Leffe. If you had to live here in Oz, and didn’t have the convenience of ‘the continent’ just over the ditch you would have a much greater appreciation for the fine work of the Belgian monks (all European beer is made by Belgiian monks isn’t it?)
Most, yes.
Leffe’s nice. It’s just you’re not always in the mood for a Leffe.