Dick Rockett
International Vice-Captain
Anyway, SP's sniping aside, I'd like to wave the white flag.
I just don't know what more we can do. There was very little wrong with NZ's performance last night, yet we were basically creamed. To be casually brushed aside, conceding the highest ever successful run chase on the MCG - with it's boundaries most of the way out - is just so frustrating I want to scream.
Call me childish, churlish, whatever you like, but it's just not fair. Our boys play more or less to the best of their ability, and it's not even close to enough. We're still waiting for a successor - just one lousy player mind - to be a star with the bat for us in the 13 years since Martin Crowe retired. The Australians have a top order full of them........ and then they have Ricky Ponting.
290 is supposed to be hard. Batsmen are supposed to take risks, put themselves under pressure, get caught in the deep chasing a huge total. Ponting looked like he was having a net out there. Sure, we almost chased down 340 the other day (although I'm getting mighty tired of the words almost and nearly), but that took the innings of Jacob Oram's life, and we still lost. Ricky Ponting barely raised a sweat last night.
I just don't know what more we can do. It's gotten to the point now where I don't care whether or not we make the tri-series final. Where's the attraction in making it if we can't beat Australia? What's the point in looking forward to the World Cup if we can't beat Australia? Even if, by some blessed miracle, someone else flukily knocks them out of the Cup and we win it, could we really call ourselves world champions?
Anyway, sincere apologies and all that for this whinge, just had to get that off my chest. I don't know if I've felt so abject after watching a game of cricket as I felt last night. 74 all out is fixable. What on earth can we do now?
*slinks off to corner to sob quietly to himself*
I just don't know what more we can do. There was very little wrong with NZ's performance last night, yet we were basically creamed. To be casually brushed aside, conceding the highest ever successful run chase on the MCG - with it's boundaries most of the way out - is just so frustrating I want to scream.
Call me childish, churlish, whatever you like, but it's just not fair. Our boys play more or less to the best of their ability, and it's not even close to enough. We're still waiting for a successor - just one lousy player mind - to be a star with the bat for us in the 13 years since Martin Crowe retired. The Australians have a top order full of them........ and then they have Ricky Ponting.
290 is supposed to be hard. Batsmen are supposed to take risks, put themselves under pressure, get caught in the deep chasing a huge total. Ponting looked like he was having a net out there. Sure, we almost chased down 340 the other day (although I'm getting mighty tired of the words almost and nearly), but that took the innings of Jacob Oram's life, and we still lost. Ricky Ponting barely raised a sweat last night.
I just don't know what more we can do. It's gotten to the point now where I don't care whether or not we make the tri-series final. Where's the attraction in making it if we can't beat Australia? What's the point in looking forward to the World Cup if we can't beat Australia? Even if, by some blessed miracle, someone else flukily knocks them out of the Cup and we win it, could we really call ourselves world champions?
Anyway, sincere apologies and all that for this whinge, just had to get that off my chest. I don't know if I've felt so abject after watching a game of cricket as I felt last night. 74 all out is fixable. What on earth can we do now?
*slinks off to corner to sob quietly to himself*