Sussex v Somerset (FP T20)
|Luke Wright on the way to his sandbox (c) Getty Images|
Once again I've started to support a team that considers a cringefest a good introduction to a new follower, and apparently has a total of three batsmen available, out of who, on top of that, the second runs out the third. In English: they've hit my soft spot with a sledgehammer. Any attempt to resist the bundled might of Tragic Trescothick, who I will always prefer over Ramprakash, in case you can follow my mazed line of associations; Keepwetter, that lusty fruit with running issues -a flaw that makes you pull your face long but is strangely also heaps likeable, hope his keeping takes him past Boppy/Owy though-; and the flabbergastingly gutsy display of 19-year old Jos Buttler will prove futile.
Somerset are furthermore joined by Kieron Pollard, who, if you remember, will forever carry the mark of the Redbacks on his forehead and is good with dogs, and Cameron White, the mother of all current Australian "The Man"s and bear of bears. Hence I'm really looking forward to following the men in black with the silly looking berry-yoghurt-gummy-coloured helmets (on the one hand I feel that black helmets would match a lot better, on the other hand, that might just be the German in me speaking), which will most likely curse them for all eternity but I can't help it. The intense odour of Langer is lingering around them and sort of glues the whole package together.
And please, picture this: Kieswetter and White ganging up to hammer 150 off 70 ^^
Indeed all my favourite teams have made utterly good acquisitions for the T20, Middlesex grabbing Gilly and Warner, who is among my favourite players anyway and will either fail or fire, and Glamorgan reuniting Tait and Cosgrove in an eye-watering, romantic ceremony with plenty of doves, roses, regret and renewed love vows. Ahhhh.
Too much England on this blog