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That top 5 graphic is very telling. It’s only fitting that the top four batsmen with any reasonable sample size who have the best average in history are from cricket’s greatest nation.
It’s also telling because all five men on that list play/ played real cricket on real pitches against real men and real bowlers; instead of the sort of dross where you have effete spinners who wouldn’t get a gig in second grade opening the bowling in test matches on bomb craters to try to extract an advantage for lesser nations.
No, these are stout-hearted men.
Real men who can deal with fast bowling above waist height.
Men who aren’t scared to get down and dirty to make runs when they’re hard to come by against tough opposition everywhere.
Men who know the value of a beer after a day’s play.
Men who eat red meat and, where necessary are prepared to go out and take down a Kudu bull with their bare hands to get it.
Men who laugh in the face of lesser mortals who think dumping nothing burgers into the rough with a 45 degree bend in your arm action hoping for the best from a dust bowl is test match “bowling.”
Men who tub after a day’s play before hitting the local circuit.
Men who call out racism when they see it instead of pretending they heard nothing, and who won’t abide illegal book makers fixing matches.
Men who are prepared to bat where their team needs them instead of sticking to their preferred spot regardless of the needs of their side and their nation.
Men who have had the good grace to retire at the right time instead of lingering too long in order to chase meaningless individual milestones to the detriment of the teams which have given them so much for so long.
There is greatness in these men. They stand apart.
It’s also telling because all five men on that list play/ played real cricket on real pitches against real men and real bowlers; instead of the sort of dross where you have effete spinners who wouldn’t get a gig in second grade opening the bowling in test matches on bomb craters to try to extract an advantage for lesser nations.
No, these are stout-hearted men.
Real men who can deal with fast bowling above waist height.
Men who aren’t scared to get down and dirty to make runs when they’re hard to come by against tough opposition everywhere.
Men who know the value of a beer after a day’s play.
Men who eat red meat and, where necessary are prepared to go out and take down a Kudu bull with their bare hands to get it.
Men who laugh in the face of lesser mortals who think dumping nothing burgers into the rough with a 45 degree bend in your arm action hoping for the best from a dust bowl is test match “bowling.”
Men who tub after a day’s play before hitting the local circuit.
Men who call out racism when they see it instead of pretending they heard nothing, and who won’t abide illegal book makers fixing matches.
Men who are prepared to bat where their team needs them instead of sticking to their preferred spot regardless of the needs of their side and their nation.
Men who have had the good grace to retire at the right time instead of lingering too long in order to chase meaningless individual milestones to the detriment of the teams which have given them so much for so long.
There is greatness in these men. They stand apart.
