boris_denominat
Cricket Spectator
This is a story about an amazing bowling performance in twinty twanty.
The lights are on and the crowd spread deep into the endless void beyond the playing ring. Ed the bowler walks up treading on his nerves sweating dew ready to change the match (world). It has been a difficult time for ed as he comprehension of this format is still not in its mature stage
Nightmare ***Flashback*
"hey kiddlin uz could be a the bestest bowler ever in the world, remeber to always that seven an over is a respectable path to greatnesss" says some coach/ frog to Ed when we was young
Presents
"I must trancend the tide", says Ed to himself, "if i could only trancend my foolish notions of how.... of how bowlers were supposed to get batsmen out and how......... seven an over is merely a controlled flogging scenario"
The boundaries seem to shrink as he goes to bowl his first ball (this could be because they are shrinking as the cheer leadrs bootish-tush the ropes in) and he flights it up high, the batman hoiks the ball like missile into the sky and he is out! This turns out to be a dream day for Ed, 3 wickets for 30 runs, one hoiked as we saw, the other scythed and the other mowed to the boundary. Ed's team mates carry him on their shoulders, the mercurial bowlers of the past are dead, gone are edges, lbw, deception and turn; the true bowlers hope for the batter to no wack it to kolkatta!
Oh behold Ed you are the king of all bowling.
As ed looks to the sky he whispers to himself, "i love you, twenty twinty"
The lights are on and the crowd spread deep into the endless void beyond the playing ring. Ed the bowler walks up treading on his nerves sweating dew ready to change the match (world). It has been a difficult time for ed as he comprehension of this format is still not in its mature stage
Nightmare ***Flashback*
"hey kiddlin uz could be a the bestest bowler ever in the world, remeber to always that seven an over is a respectable path to greatnesss" says some coach/ frog to Ed when we was young
Presents
"I must trancend the tide", says Ed to himself, "if i could only trancend my foolish notions of how.... of how bowlers were supposed to get batsmen out and how......... seven an over is merely a controlled flogging scenario"
The boundaries seem to shrink as he goes to bowl his first ball (this could be because they are shrinking as the cheer leadrs bootish-tush the ropes in) and he flights it up high, the batman hoiks the ball like missile into the sky and he is out! This turns out to be a dream day for Ed, 3 wickets for 30 runs, one hoiked as we saw, the other scythed and the other mowed to the boundary. Ed's team mates carry him on their shoulders, the mercurial bowlers of the past are dead, gone are edges, lbw, deception and turn; the true bowlers hope for the batter to no wack it to kolkatta!
Oh behold Ed you are the king of all bowling.
As ed looks to the sky he whispers to himself, "i love you, twenty twinty"
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