I knew I'd regret it. My defence is that I was egged on by Manny. He is so convincing, you see.
"We're a better team, Dan. Australia are shot. Hopeless. Mentally weak. Selectors don't know what they're doing. We will win at least 3-0."
Hendo chimed in with a moan about how winning so easily just wasn't fun anymore.
I could sense the hubris, but, like a 17 year old getaway driver eager to help out his older brother's criminal friends, I got dragged into their web of irresponsibility.
Do not mess with the cricket Gods. They all support Australia.
For once, the day began gently. England's openers milked the "good German" Hilfenhaus and the bustling but wayward Harris for 5 an over, and a morale sapping miss at slip by Watson seemed only to compound Aussie despair.
Indeed the absence of Johnson from the opening overs of the day confirmed that Ponting had no faith in his one-time spearhead.
But what followed was a spell of such spectacular accuracy, venom and startlingRead More »from Ashes Day 2: I Knew I’d Regret It