Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged

I reserve the absolute privilege to be right, wrong, misinformed, arbitrary, imbecilic and inarticulate.

Beer match?

I’m watching a recording of Sunday’s T20 final and I would not want anyone to think that I’m less than delighted by the result, and that can’t be construed as anything other than a compliment to the Aussies, they had looked the class act of the tournament and to win, and win comfortably, is a great achievement. But let’s keep a sense of proportion, T20 cricket is the equivalent of a beer match, a game played at the end of a Sunday afternoon friendly. The 40 over game finishes early and you have an hour and a half to kill before the pubs open, you reverse the batting order and thrash around for 10 overs a side, a clatter of wickets or step-and-fetch-it at 8,9 or 10 an over and everyone retires to the local hostelry happy. Does the bowler who finished the main game early by taking 6 for 20 care that his 2 overs in the beer match also went for 20? I don’t think so. Well as he played, will KP remember with more satisfaction a four hour thrash in Barbados or the challenge of day after day of test match cricket up and down England in the summers of 2005 and 2009.

I’m not decrying the 20 over form of the game, it’s proved in a short period of time that it has it’s place in the calendar, but let’s all hope that a significant proportion of the spectators that it brings to the game are led on to appreciating the craft, mental and physical resilience and somewhat different skill set that the longest form of the game demands.