Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Yesterday was a strange day...

(Written 12/04/11) I can't pretend that this is not a surreal day.  I'm sat outside Eva Peron's Casa Derosa in Buenos Aires, reading Freddie Flintoff's autobiography and drinking juice.  I fully appreciate the complete randomness of this situation.

Earlier today, my good friend Stephen Fry (you can't prove that's a lie) tweeted something which caught my interest.  Apparently, this Spring will see the first ever live streaming of a village cricket match.  Now I think this is brilliant, and not just because I'm from sticksville either.  The money-men have ruined so much of what's good in sport, and I think that embracing local events in this forward thinking way will be nothing but a good thing.  I've got no allegiance to the team of Wray, but I'm keen to see how this goes and if it takes off...

At least one number 9 is scoring!
I'm a bad fan.  I was too busy eating a fat Argentinean steak to watch the whole of the Liverpool vs City match.  Fortunately the beauty of technology meant that I was kept up to speed.  What a lovely result against a 'top 4 club' eh?  It was made all the lovlier by the fact that a certain number 9 is now hitting his stride.  

I know that this is childish, but that number 9 shirt just doesn't work in blue, does it? - http://hastorresscoredforchelsea.com/  

Now, please excuse me, I'm off to do so tango.  Like I say, this is a surreal day...


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