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I also don't understand "we put the Aussies on the back foot". Ummm we won the Test - England now has to win at least two of the last four, and stop Australia winning another one. Otherwise, we keep the urn. If anyone is on the back foot, it's the home team.
Well the winning runs were scored by Cummins playing off the back foot , so I see what what he means 😆
 

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Australia s**t em selves early but, England contributed to their own downfall by getting ahead of themselves.
They believed all the ' Tossball ' s**t, now they're eating it.

I thik this is way over stated things. One day pitch, One day batting and people are shocked and comdem the apperance of one day fields.
 

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I thik this is way over stated things. One day pitch, One day batting and people are shocked and comdem the apperance of one day fields.
Totally!

I mean **** em. We got more fours and sixes in the end. Do they want us to make it easier for them to hit boundaries by having 5 slips on this road of a pitch?


What next, we have to hit catches to them once a player passes 100?
 
Totally!

I mean * em. We got more fours and sixes in the end. Do they want us to make it easier for them to hit boundaries by having 5 slips on this road of a pitch?


What next, we have to hit catches to them once a player passes 100?
Even if we did stokes would drop them
 
Also well done to Ollie Robinson , has taken only one test into a series to become dial a quote .

I would have thought England would keep him away from any mic , phone , device you can record stuff on or post .

Having to face a 'fired up Ollie' just doesnt seem to have the same fear factor as Curtly or Shoab .

Don't be so sure. He may ramp it up to 125km/h at Lords.
 
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Just months after the Australian men’s Test cricket team were written off for being too weak and woke, they have begun their Ashes campaign as world champions with something to prove. By Martin McKenzie-Murray.

Zombie resurrection - Australian Test cricket team silences critics


Three Australian cricketers stand huddled beside one another on the pitch.
Pat Cummins (centre) speaks to teammates on day three of the first Ashes Test at Edgbaston.
CREDIT: RYAN PIERSE / GETTY

There’s a baffling silence in sports media about what surely qualifies as the most extraordinary sporting recovery in history: the Australian men’s Test cricket team’s resurgence, in just months, from zombified parasites to internationally competitive human beings.

It was as recently as February, while touring India, that the whole team were diagnosed by pundits as having an aggressive neurological disorder, popularly known as the “woke virus”. Alleged symptoms included physical and moral cowardice, a need for validation, and spectacular batting collapses. The afflicted were also said to suffer from acute noise sensitivity – particularly to the profane rantings of coaches – and mild concern about the warming of the planet.
It was thought captain Pat Cummins, on account of his perfect teeth and failure to share with opposing batters his desire to sleep with their wives, was patient zero. When he announced last year his decision to withdraw as a corporate ambassador for Alinta Energy, the media’s zombie doctors – ever vigilant for signs of the virus – concluded that poor Cummins had succumbed. On Sky News, Cummins was a “climate catastrophist clown” with “far-left” views. Alan Jones, who was once fond of the kid, thought he “should keep his politics to himself”.

The contagion was confirmed after the first two Tests in India this year both ended in dazzling capitulation, and the team members’ entire nervous systems were now declared captive to the zombie disease. What’s more, the disease was threatening the whole damn country. Here’s the grumpy sage and wistful corporate titan Maurice Newman, writing in The Australian after those first two losses: “The cricket team’s embarrassing defeats in India suggest our national sport suffers a deep cultural malady,” he warned. “It looks as though politics has infiltrated leadership, causing fans to wonder if they are witnessing a version of ‘go woke, go broke’.”

Either the Australians have heroically learnt to tame their parasitic brain lords or they’ve found a cure. Aussie cricket god Allan Border was also appalled by the apparent mental softness. “Play with a harder edge,” he said. “I mean, we’re giving blokes the thumbs up when they’re beating us outside the off stump. What the hell is going on? That is just ridiculous.” Understandably, the national squad’s transformation into undead ghouls was traumatising for older generations. While eulogising our national valour, they reminisced about the bygone days of homophobic sledges, binge-drinking and bookies.

What really pained pundits was the team’s decision to reject their antidote: former coach Justin Langer, the man who’d heroically led the team to two consecutive series losses to India at home. Former Test batsman and aspiring entrepreneur Damien Martyn pithily declared his solution to the zombie crisis. He simply tweeted: “#justinlanger” after the first loss. Fellow zombie hunter, 2GB journalist Chris O’Keefe was more emotionally expressive: “Good call sacking Justin Langer. What an embarrassment.”

Indeed. Langer was the anti-zombie, a man whose granite constitution was incapable of infection. As well as being a legendarily tough opening batsman, Langer has a black belt in zen do kai and the equivalent in spouting leadership quotes. Had the players not revolted against their awkward, humourless and volcanically temperamental warrior–philosopher, they may have fortified themselves against the virus. But, alas, they rejected him and invited their demise and the country’s humiliation.

There was also, naturally, anguished speculation about the futures of the players’ young children, whose fathers’ brains were now terminally spoilt, and who could presumably no longer change their nappies or help teach them phonetics without mentioning the effects of burning coal.
Thus, it was proposed that Langer establish, and serve as the patron of, an academy for the scarred children of woke cricket dads, where the daily regimen would begin at 5am with readings of The Art of War and The Doug Walters Story.

But where did this virus originate? In the dark, distant days of February and March this year, several theories were floated. One theory drew upon an allegedly inviolable law of humanity, which is that each successive generation inescapably declines in virtue. Thus, all of history could be presented simply as a series of concentric circles, with each ring representing a generation. The further from the centre – aka the Golden Age – the weaker, more annoying and hapless at playing spin on the subcontinent those folks would be.

That was one theory, but from the sum of the media’s autopsies a consensus villain emerged: it was bloody politics. See, politics had once historically been discrete – reality’s oil to sport’s water – but now the crafty bugger had somehow insinuated itself into the once magically autonomous realm of professional cricket. “Just play cricket lads,” counselled former Brisbane Lion Mal Michael last year. “Leave politics out of sport.”

But it was too late. It remains a great mystery as to how politics had infiltrated a sport that’s defined by British colonialism, and which has experienced Bodyline, underarm, South African apartheid, Zimbabwean expulsion, chronic match-fixing and a rebel league conceived by an Aussie media magnate. But, no: we had always separated the realms of politics and sport, and somehow the latter was now tainted.

But in March, while pundits were still mourning the deaths of Aussie cricket and decency, and decrying the sly intrusion of politics into this once-sacred place, the undead that comprised our national Test squad were staging a remarkable recovery.

After two comprehensive losses to India, they won the third Test. Then they drew the fourth. It ended in a 2-1 series loss – the same result as the previous two series at home, under zombie-slayer Justin Langer, and a respectable outcome given the horrors of those first two matches. It seemed they’d found an antidote – and it wasn’t Langer.

More remarkable is what followed. These men – who only months earlier were the drooling, befuddled captives of a brain-eating virus – went on to smash India in London this month in the World Test Championship. For 11 blokes who’d recently surrendered their integrity, resilience and central nervous systems to beat the world’s supremely ranked Test side by 209 runs was, well, impressive.

Then the latest Test rankings were released, and the world’s top three batsmen were all Australian – an astonishing triumph for these brain-jacked meat statues. The International Cricket Council told us “the last time three batters from the same side occupied the top three positions in the Test rankings was in December 1984”. Those batters were from the then dominant West Indies.

And now, the Ashes. Against the flamboyantly aggressive style of England’s “Bazball”, the convalescents played patiently, skilfully. One might have expected the detachment of a gangrenous limb or two, or for the blood-starved Cummins to have cannibalised England’s Joe Root while deliriously quoting Marx. But, no. Instead, Australia’s calmness served as a competitive, enthralling counterpoint to the Three Lions’ hyperactivity. And led by Woke Pat and Cowardly Khawaja, the Aussies in the first Test made their highest successful run chase in more than a decade. 1-0 Zombies.

Now, either the Australians have heroically learnt to tame their parasitic brain lords or they’ve found a cure. Having studied the limited literature available on the zombie virus, one suspects it’s unmanageable and that the Aussie team have, in fact, discovered a vaccine – and, out of respect to Langer, have remained quiet about it.

Which leaves one last, great mystery: the silence of the team’s critics, who zealously diagnosed their affliction but have somehow missed their dramatic recovery. It’s weird, and we might be concerned for them. Are they now struck by a strange disease – a profound amnesia that affects the most immodestly outraged? A pathogen that inflicts forgetfulness upon our wise, well-meaning custodians of Australian culture? Certainly, after the win in the third Test against India, there was a conspicuous absence of columns that tied the fortunes of our zombie men to the health of our national soul.

“National pride has become synonymous with white supremacy,” Maurice Newman wrote, in pain and in warning, earlier this year. “Australia Day and Anzac Day are now presented as anniversaries of shame rather than celebrations of national success and the triumph of freedom over tyranny. Cricket seems to align with this. What might happen next?”

I’m not sure what happens next, Maurice. Perhaps an annihilating recurrence of the zombie virus, and we’ll all soon be fighting in the streets for a taste of another’s brain. But personally, I hope after this week’s first Test win it’s an Ashes victory – and a dual antidote for your amnesia and cliché-riddled hyperbole.

This article was first published in the print edition of The Saturday Paper on June 24, 2023 as "Zombie resurrection".
 
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CRICKET

Just months after the Australian men’s Test cricket team were written off for being too weak and woke, they have begun their Ashes campaign as world champions with something to prove. By Martin McKenzie-Murray.

Australian Test cricket team silences critics


Three Australian cricketers stand huddled beside one another on the pitch.
Pat Cummins (centre) speaks to teammates on day three of the first Ashes Test at Edgbaston.
CREDIT: RYAN PIERSE / GETTY

There’s a baffling silence in sports media about what surely qualifies as the most extraordinary sporting recovery in history: the Australian men’s Test cricket team’s resurgence, in just months, from zombified parasites to internationally competitive human beings.

It was as recently as February, while touring India, that the whole team were diagnosed by pundits as having an aggressive neurological disorder, popularly known as the “woke virus”. Alleged symptoms included physical and moral cowardice, a need for validation, and spectacular batting collapses. The afflicted were also said to suffer from acute noise sensitivity – particularly to the profane rantings of coaches – and mild concern about the warming of the planet.
It was thought captain Pat Cummins, on account of his perfect teeth and failure to share with opposing batters his desire to sleep with their wives, was patient zero. When he announced last year his decision to withdraw as a corporate ambassador for Alinta Energy, the media’s zombie doctors – ever vigilant for signs of the virus – concluded that poor Cummins had succumbed. On Sky News, Cummins was a “climate catastrophist clown” with “far-left” views. Alan Jones, who was once fond of the kid, thought he “should keep his politics to himself”.

The contagion was confirmed after the first two Tests in India this year both ended in dazzling capitulation, and the team members’ entire nervous systems were now declared captive to the zombie disease. What’s more, the disease was threatening the whole damn country. Here’s the grumpy sage and wistful corporate titan Maurice Newman, writing in The Australian after those first two losses: “The cricket team’s embarrassing defeats in India suggest our national sport suffers a deep cultural malady,” he warned. “It looks as though politics has infiltrated leadership, causing fans to wonder if they are witnessing a version of ‘go woke, go broke’.”

Either the Australians have heroically learnt to tame their parasitic brain lords or they’ve found a cure.
Aussie cricket god Allan Border was also appalled by the apparent mental softness. “Play with a harder edge,” he said. “I mean, we’re giving blokes the thumbs up when they’re beating us outside the off stump. What the hell is going on? That is just ridiculous.”
Understandably, the national squad’s transformation into undead ghouls was traumatising for older generations. While eulogising our national valour, they reminisced about the bygone days of homophobic sledges, binge-drinking and bookies.

What really pained pundits was the team’s decision to reject their antidote: former coach Justin Langer, the man who’d heroically led the team to two consecutive series losses to India at home. Former Test batsman and aspiring entrepreneur Damien Martyn pithily declared his solution to the zombie crisis. He simply tweeted: “#justinlanger” after the first loss. Fellow zombie hunter, 2GB journalist Chris O’Keefe was more emotionally expressive: “Good call sacking Justin Langer. What an embarrassment.”

Indeed. Langer was the anti-zombie, a man whose granite constitution was incapable of infection. As well as being a legendarily tough opening batsman, Langer has a black belt in zen do kai and the equivalent in spouting leadership quotes. Had the players not revolted against their awkward, humourless and volcanically temperamental warrior–philosopher, they may have fortified themselves against the virus. But, alas, they rejected him and invited their demise and the country’s humiliation.

There was also, naturally, anguished speculation about the futures of the players’ young children, whose fathers’ brains were now terminally spoilt, and who could presumably no longer change their nappies or help teach them phonetics without mentioning the effects of burning coal.
Thus, it was proposed that Langer establish, and serve as the patron of, an academy for the scarred children of woke cricket dads, where the daily regimen would begin at 5am with readings of The Art of War and The Doug Walters Story.
Testing times for the Australian cricket team
But where did this virus originate? In the dark, distant days of February and March this year, several theories were floated. One theory drew upon an allegedly inviolable law of humanity, which is that each successive generation inescapably declines in virtue. Thus, all of history could be presented simply as a series of concentric circles, with each ring representing a generation. The further from the centre – aka the Golden Age – the weaker, more annoying and hapless at playing spin on the subcontinent those folks would be.

That was one theory, but from the sum of the media’s autopsies a consensus villain emerged: it was bloody politics. See, politics had once historically been discrete – reality’s oil to sport’s water – but now the crafty bugger had somehow insinuated itself into the once magically autonomous realm of professional cricket. “Just play cricket lads,” counselled former Brisbane Lion Mal Michael last year. “Leave politics out of sport.”

But it was too late. It remains a great mystery as to how politics had infiltrated a sport that’s defined by British colonialism, and which has experienced Bodyline, underarm, South African apartheid, Zimbabwean expulsion, chronic match-fixing and a rebel league conceived by an Aussie media magnate. But, no: we had always separated the realms of politics and sport, and somehow the latter was now tainted.

But in March, while pundits were still mourning the deaths of Aussie cricket and decency, and decrying the sly intrusion of politics into this once-sacred place, the undead that comprised our national Test squad were staging a remarkable recovery.

After two comprehensive losses to India, they won the third Test. Then they drew the fourth. It ended in a 2-1 series loss – the same result as the previous two series at home, under zombie-slayer Justin Langer, and a respectable outcome given the horrors of those first two matches. It seemed they’d found an antidote – and it wasn’t Langer.

More remarkable is what followed. These men – who only months earlier were the drooling, befuddled captives of a brain-eating virus – went on to smash India in London this month in the World Test Championship. For 11 blokes who’d recently surrendered their integrity, resilience and central nervous systems to beat the world’s supremely ranked Test side by 209 runs was, well, impressive.

Then the latest Test rankings were released, and the world’s top three batsmen were all Australian – an astonishing triumph for these brain-jacked meat statues. The International Cricket Council told us “the last time three batters from the same side occupied the top three positions in the Test rankings was in December 1984”. Those batters were from the then dominant West Indies.

And now, the Ashes. Against the flamboyantly aggressive style of England’s “Bazball”, the convalescents played patiently, skilfully. One might have expected the detachment of a gangrenous limb or two, or for the blood-starved Cummins to have cannibalised England’s Joe Root while deliriously quoting Marx. But, no. Instead, Australia’s calmness served as a competitive, enthralling counterpoint to the Three Lions’ hyperactivity. And led by Woke Pat and Cowardly Khawaja, the Aussies in the first Test made their highest successful run chase in more than a decade. 1-0 Zombies.

Now, either the Australians have heroically learnt to tame their parasitic brain lords or they’ve found a cure. Having studied the limited literature available on the zombie virus, one suspects it’s unmanageable and that the Aussie team have, in fact, discovered a vaccine – and, out of respect to Langer, have remained quiet about it.

Which leaves one last, great mystery: the silence of the team’s critics, who zealously diagnosed their affliction but have somehow missed their dramatic recovery. It’s weird, and we might be concerned for them. Are they now struck by a strange disease – a profound amnesia that affects the most immodestly outraged? A pathogen that inflicts forgetfulness upon our wise, well-meaning custodians of Australian culture? Certainly, after the win in the third Test against India, there was a conspicuous absence of columns that tied the fortunes of our zombie men to the health of our national soul.

“National pride has become synonymous with white supremacy,” Maurice Newman wrote, in pain and in warning, earlier this year. “Australia Day and Anzac Day are now presented as anniversaries of shame rather than celebrations of national success and the triumph of freedom over tyranny. Cricket seems to align with this. What might happen next?”

I’m not sure what happens next, Maurice. Perhaps an annihilating recurrence of the zombie virus, and we’ll all soon be fighting in the streets for a taste of another’s brain. But personally, I hope after this week’s first Test win it’s an Ashes victory – and a dual antidote for your amnesia and cliché-riddled hyperbole.

This article was first published in the print edition of The Saturday Paper on June 24, 2023 as "Zombie resurrection".
Interesting article, but poor old buffoon Maurice Newman is a pretty soft target.
 
The more i read about the English cricket team and their comments the more i'm realising at how much they're drinking their on bathwater. I'm actually lost for words at how much they think of themselves.
 
yep some of the stuff people have been saying about him has been pretty odd, bloke seems like a racist and an arrogant halfwit but he is clearly a quality test bowler.
He’s a definitely a racist. However, he is a talented bowler. The talent part has never been in doubt, but the fitness has, he’s had issues with running out of gas all career, and whilst he seems fitter, his pace and accuracy on day 5 were definitely down.
 
Let’s not forget England almost and should have won this game.

  • There keeper missed 4 chances
  • Day 1 declaration was just stupid
  • Stokes lazy effort dropping Lyon with still about 50 to win
Never mind, it felt to them like they won :rolleyes:
 

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He’s a definitely a racist. However, he is a talented bowler. The talent part has never been in doubt, but the fitness has, he’s had issues with running out of gas all career, and whilst he seems fitter, his pace and accuracy on day 5 were definitely down.

LoL WTF why is he a racist?

Because he sledged the dark skinned guy in our team? Stupid talk
 
LoL WTF why is he a racist?

Because he sledged the dark skinned guy in our team? Stupid talk
Maybe because of those old tweets...?

But anyway, I don't believe in labelling people forever, even Ollie. And the racist slur is slung around too often.
 
The more i read about the English cricket team and their comments the more i'm realising at how much they're drinking their on bathwater. I'm actually lost for words at how much they think of themselves.
Lucky for them, they don't live in Adelaide - they'd have to chew their own bath water as well :).
 
Let’s not forget England almost and should have won this game.

  • There keeper missed 4 chances
  • Day 1 declaration was just stupid
  • Stokes lazy effort dropping Lyon with still about 50 to win
Yet they didn’t, so the talk is crazy.

I don’t think anyone’s under any illusions that it was a tight game. But considering they won the toss, had all the luck with conditions ie batting in the sun, getting us in overcast conditions etc and they still couldn’t get it done.

Not to mention the two best batters in the world combined for a total of 35 runs, that 100% does not happen again this series. Whilst it was a close game that could have gone either way - I walk away a lot more confident about the rest of the series than I did coming in, and their obvious ego and bath drinking just adds to the enjoyment
 
On to the actual cricket, it will be very interesting to see the Lords pitch. It’s unlikely to be as flat as Edgbaston, and the slope will bring some of the seamers into the game a touch more. I find it unlikely given Englands team tactics that we’ll see a traditional green tinge however.

Do England stick with Moeen? Do they give the young leggie a shot (dangerous in such a high pressure game), or do they go with 4 quicks?
 
Do England realise they actually didn’t win the first test?
It feels a bit like the first test of the 2005 series

We won but didn't realise that we were a rolled ankle away from being overtaken by them

I think all things being equal, we can emerge narrow winners in this series. But for a bit of bad luck or a poor session where they get a toehold - one sniff and they'll be hard to keep down with the home crowd behind them. Bit of a downhill skiing element to some of their players.

Give them an inch, they'll take a mile.
 
On to the actual cricket, it will be very interesting to see the Lords pitch. It’s unlikely to be as flat as Edgbaston, and the slope will bring some of the seamers into the game a touch more. I find it unlikely given Englands team tactics that we’ll see a traditional green tinge however.

Do England stick with Moeen? Do they give the young leggie a shot (dangerous in such a high pressure game), or do they go with 4 quicks?
Baz has already said Moeen will play if fit.
 

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