BoyBrumby
Englishman
Adelaide. In a long line of English sporting jibs, it was quite possibly the most soul destroying. From memory I'd set my alarm for about 4am to get some play before work, assuming we'd be getting some batting practice and the score was like 90-odd/6 just into the afternoon session. One of those "Surely to ****ing Christ we can't..." moments where we could and did.