The Thwack of Leather on Willow
Quite a racy title, that. Unfortunately my less inhibited regulars are now going to be disappointed (and not for the first time I hear you cry!)
Cricket. It's all a bit mad here at the moment, so just to prove it isn't actually a matter of life and death, and is in fact Just A Game (sharp intake of breath from the terraces), I offer the following comment on Modern Cricketing Sportsmanship:
There is a strange game we call cricket
(Uses one ball, two bats and a wicket)
Tis a jolly pursuit
And some players are cute
But you can't tell the umpire to stickit.
ps: Who is Willow anyway?
Cricket. It's all a bit mad here at the moment, so just to prove it isn't actually a matter of life and death, and is in fact Just A Game (sharp intake of breath from the terraces), I offer the following comment on Modern Cricketing Sportsmanship:
There is a strange game we call cricket
(Uses one ball, two bats and a wicket)
Tis a jolly pursuit
And some players are cute
But you can't tell the umpire to stickit.
ps: Who is Willow anyway?
posted by MargieCM at 5:06 pm
34 Comments:
The was a keen bowler called Warney
who is famous for being quite horny
He sent girls some texts
And the content was sex
But they just thought he was being corny
This excellently reflects my feelings, in particular the first two lines. Namely, I know the cricket is all a rage in Britain and her former colonies but I can't seem to understand anything about it!
It always brings to my mind very aristocratic images: public school-educated gentlemen etc. :-)
Still, Stephen Fry is passionate about it so there MUST be something there!
Maria
Oh the mem'ry of leather an willow
fills my dreams when my head hits the pillow
The boys in your team
Are now trying to redeem
The ashes from England's old fellows
But here in the cloggie low lands
About cricket they don't understand
So I have to make do
with my radio in the loo
To hear who's back in the stands
For many a day game's the best
Although I, for one, love this Test
With Flintoff and Ponting
and the prize they're a hunting
I feel of this match quite bereft!
So give us on cloggie TV's
A sight of this game, yes p'leeeze
or me and my bargie
will sail off to Margie
to cricket lands in the south seas!
Pathetic, I know, but heartfelt! The last line doesn't really work, I know, but something like that!
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Maria, this is for you. A potted description of the game of cricket. I'm sure you'll understand it after this! Big ;-)
You have two sides, one out in the field and one in.
Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out. When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have been given out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!
Oooops, I seem to have swamped your blog, margie. I'll shut up now, I promise!
See, Margie, now you've got me started again...and I thought I was over it!..lol Your limerick is just about a perfect summary of the game, margie..
I love cricket, and so miss the fact that we can't get news of it here unless I sit glued to the BBC World Service. I used to be a devoted SA follower, but I hardly know who's in the team anymore.
Neans! Your cricket limerick is so on the button! Great!
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Last one, promise...all the deleted comments are mine...blogger doing weird things to me. Grrr
I live in a former colony and I haven't a clue about cricket...
A cricket, to me, is a small insect that goes "breeep breeep" in the grass on a hot summer's eve...
Oh how I do love a good limerick!
Now we have a game called hockey
Of which some have made quite a mockery
But our boys with the sticks
Who's skates have no picks
Will be sure to bring home the crockery
... aka the Stanley Cup
Oh, you guys! Neans, that is wicked, and very funny. And for the record, Warney is definitely NOT cute! I waver between oik and sleazebag to describe him. (I expect John Howard would say that makes Me "Un-Australian!")
Maria, I am not surprised to hear cricket doesn't have much of a following in Finland, at least in your corner of it. Vals' excellent description (which I was trying to find the other day - thanks Val!) is accurate. So what IS your National Sport? If you say you don't have one, I'll make plans to emigrate immediately. I'm not a sporting person at all, and the religious fervour with which it's treated here gets a bit much sometimes (shhhh, Neans, don't tell!)
Val, you continue to shine and surprise! Love your "pome"! I think I may have to delegate my cricket tipping to you in future; I picked England to win the last test in our work competition! You've obviously got a better understanding. I feel about cricket the way some feel about the opera - glad it exists as an integral part of a cultured society, but disinclined to take an active interest! Oh, and please "swamp" my blog whenever you like - I prefer reading your comments to mine anyway!
Dale haha! I've never understood ice hockey, except that it looks dangerous. I think that's one good thing about cricket - very civilised and relatively sedate. Flannelled fools and all that, what? I still prefer cicadas to crickets, though ...
Must illustrate quickly my fave cricket story. When I was a child, my father used to play in an annual charity match - very informal - "Artists versus Writers". He was a pretty fair player, so as he qualified for both teams, there was always some lobbying to secure his services. I remember one match at St Andrew's (a small country pitch), where one year the informality of the game was taken to a special level. He was fielding, and the batsman sent a huge shot into the air. Dad looked up under a hand shading his eyes, casually stepped three paces to his left, put his beer down, caught the ball on the full, threw it back to the bowler, and picked up his drink again without turning a hair. I was so proud.
Awww, thanks for the indulgence, Margie!
I love the story about your Dad. You must have been glowing with delight at having such a cool Papa!
My fave story is also about my Pa. When my brothers were still at school they used to have a boys and dads house match every year. Well, one year, my Dad and my brother were both at the wicket together, but when the bowler pitched the ball to my brother and he started to run, he outpaced my poor old Dad, and they both ended up at the same end. Needless to say, my Dad was "run out" amid much hilarity and ribaldry. We were proud too but in a very different way!
this is definately not cricket!!..this is filth..in its purest form ..leather on willow indeed!
dont you know what that does to my delicate mind woman..
i come over all un-neccessary...
im feeling unusual..
Leather on Willow? Is that what you're on about Gypsy? Willow is actually one of my fave fantasy movies, Margie and Gypsy. Willow is an enchanting and charming dwarf who rescues a princess, so there's nothing filthy about leather on Willow...just his boots..lol!
margie started it,... putting leather willow and THWACK!..in the same sentence..i mean a poor innocent waif as myself wanders in all shy and retiring to find THIS filth...you have currupted moi..
val...WILLOW??????...SEXY???NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Geez, Gypsy, moi corrupting toi? Chance would be a fine thing! You are so out of my league it's like Madame Lash coaching Julie Andrews.
Now there's an image to conjure with!
oh
Ha Ha!
I first read it as "the thwack of leather on pillow..."
Ha Ha!
I first read it as "the thwack of leather on pillow..."
... just in case you didn't hear me the first time.
Would that not be Julie Andrews coaching Madame Lash?
You know...the hills are alive with the sound of willows thwacking leather......
Hi there Margie,
Oops sorry to be back so late!
Hehehe, good thing for Val's description of cricket.
Hm, our national sport. It would probably be cross country skiing. I never got the hang of it really. As a Finn I'm supposed to love it but I never understood the attraction of attaching bits of wood to your feet. The brilliantly white snow and the bright sun in February and March I love, but I prefer to enjoy it without the skis :-)
Maria
well rache i cant think of any other song from the sound of thwacking er! i mean music..
Hi Margie
Just dropping by to say hellooooo! Hope you are alright and keeping well. I expect you are busy with summer activities and being outdoors now - sigh...how I long for blue skies and sunshine. I don't even mind if it's cold, but I so miss the sun..xx Val
Sunday the 10th or is is Monday now - yes it is! Anyway, still no Margie, so hoping all is well with you, dear. Hope to see your cheeful voice in the corridors of blogland before too long.
Some folks play Cricket near my home on the weekends. I do not understand. But...boy they LOVE it, and play relentlessly, even in the intense summer heat here, in the inland of Southern California.
Gotta give it to 'em.
--Dan L.
ho ho I've just seen what I said.."I hope to see your cheeful voice...". Still, that's almost true because we don't really hear it. Just in our mind's eye..lol
you just wont let it go..still thwacking leather on willow...tut tut!..
Just popping in to wish you a wonderful Christmas and New year, Margie. I know I found it strange to begin with when I first went to SA but how I long for Christmas in the sun now.
Love and warm good wishes to you and yours, Margie!
One day I will get to Australia...have a happy!!
Sully
hope you had a wonderful christmas..happy new year..x..
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