Any sport whose matches take four days to complete loses all my respect, I'm afraid.
I just think the whole spectacle of cricket is excruciating to watch.
A break for tea? A break for tea. That is truly pitiful. It beggars belief.
I honestly despise cricket with a passion, and I hope the 'game' of cricket dies a slow and horrible death. It would bring much-needed peace and love to the masses. Especially in a world that is currently gripped by terrorism, racism, sexism, crippling economic downturn and the likes, cricket is the backbone of all these problems, seriously.
Have you ever seen a miserable, yet over-enthusiastic group of middle-aged, overweight men from Yorkshire and Lincolnshire arguing over who can hit run the most?
If you haven't, you should tune in to one of Sky's eight million channels that constantly show cricket; casting a black, hideous shadow over the nation. It is depriving our children of their much-yearned education!
Now I'm angry.
A bloody break for tea, in the middle of a sporting contest. On the three occasions I've worked up enough courage to watch a game of cricket, I've had to take a break for painkillers, for it is a tremendously awful thing to cast your eyes upon.
It is a Frankenstein's monster of a sport, and I think Brown, Milliband and the powers that be should do their utmost to eradicate this cancer of society from public view.
I am not a one man campaign to oust cricket. I am just speaking my heart, which this blog is about. And I honestly think this country would be better without it.
On the eight million channels, you hear that 'Freddy Flintoff has taken another wicket off Bangladesh...', that 'Marcus Trescoffee has been omitted from the Englad team' and so on and so on. It's inhumane.
At the end of the day, we should lave this 'sport' for the ex-colonies, where they belong.
And as for this:
Well, they know where they can stick it.
An urn-believably dreadful sport.
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