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12 September 2005 @ 09:33 pm
Warning: Emotional cricket fan in sight...  
Well I could go on forever about this. I'll try and keep it short, honest.

I transfered from watching football in 1997 whilst on GCSE study leave. I hated all the bad feeling in the game and cricket was entirely different. People had fun watching cricket no matter how drunk they got. There's plenty of banter but it's extremely rare for it to fall into abuse or violence. The players act as gentlemen in their conduct on field. They're appreciative of the other team and their achievements.

And I have just been witness to the most tense, exciting, thrilling and sportsman-like series of all time.

I've cheered, screamed, held my breath, hid my eyes and lived the drama with the players and other fans alike. There have been times when I thought I just couldn't take any more tension....I'll never forget this series as long as I live. Whether it be Freddie smacking Warne for 6, Pieterson hanging on by his fingernails to secure our win, Strauss's amazing catch or Harmison and Jones bowling like every ball was their last.

So a big thank you to the England team, the Australian team and the fans for making this one of the most memorable summers ever. And what a way to top it. I can barely believe we've finally won thr Ashes!

I'm not usually over patriotic but today I am so proud to be English. Well done boys :D After all we've bee through we deserve this.

I think this calls for a celebratory drink.
Current Mood: jubilantjubilant
Innogen: Grecian Lovelyinnogen on September 13th, 2005 08:14 am (UTC)
It's good to be proud of your heritage. I'm American, but honestly, some days, I really don't know what that's supposed to mean. I am often adrift, without a sense of roots or family. When I lived on the East Coast (New York), everything was so ... polarized. You had to be either Irish, or Polish, German, Greek, Italian, or so on. The scary thing is...people really acted the stereotype. I spent my mid-twenties to early thirties really growing up, learning that men still controlled the corporations and didn't take blondes seriously. That if you were pretty that you must be sleeping with someone for your position. That even if your boss was married, and thirty years older than you, he still hit on you. And when you said no, you lost credibility one way or another, and your career was destroyed before it began...and even in upstate NY, like Rochester, it is easier to move again to start over than deal with Morgan Stanley Stockbrokers, Kodak, Xerox, and the other several tech companies.

So, being American seems to mean to be at war with you friendly neighborhood corporation. And if you don't play their game, they will find a way to destroy you. Doesn't matter if you are 'brilliant'--which I tested out to be--I was naive about office politics and dynamics. And I never want to be that vulnerable again.

Switching topics: I love your fiction, and would love to add you to my friends list. I'm happy you are proud of your heritage. Someday, I want to be happy to just be the girl-geek that I am. :P

I'm thinking up what if scenarios. I hope that you enjoy your celebratory drink! And maybe, if I haven't completely overwhelmed you with my WTF intro, we can open a dialog for some brainstorming ideas (I promise to keep Harry Potter out of it for now...I think I am over that phase since what happened to ... you know... at the end of the sixth book...).

Looking forward to hearing from you!

A new friend,
keeping it vaguely imaginary...: Butterflies Chris // __kali____kali__ on September 13th, 2005 09:34 am (UTC)
We very occassionally go to the night Krikket at Edgbaston and have not seen a single spot of trouble (other than someone so drunk he missed a step and tumbled all the way from the top to the bottom) and the cricket fans really know how to knock back the booze.