BoyBrumby
Englishman
...& women, tbf.
I've recently experienced a strange phenomenon which has hitherto never happened to me in nearly 30 years as a cricket fan which I thought I'd share:
I find myself feeling quite pleased Australia are doing well.
There, I've said it. Shocking confession to make, but I feel I'm amongst friends here.
Now this is patently abnormal behaviour for any English cricket fan; usually Australian defeats are like oxygen to us; we need them to function. However one noted there was rather a lot of revisionism from some quarters following the 2010/11 Ashes, suggesting Australia weren't actually much good and England were no more than a decent side who essentially had to turn up to win.
Well, now.
Following yer crim's win in SL featuring (count them) no fewer than 9 who played in that series Australia suddenly look a whole lot less turd than one or two might've otherwise suggested.
Obviously one doesn't want Australia to get to the stage where they might beat us again but, inasmuch as it paints our winter wondertour in a more favourable light, I can't quite shake off this alien feeling.
Am I alone? Ill? Have any of my countrymen (or women) found themselves stricken with this malady?
I've recently experienced a strange phenomenon which has hitherto never happened to me in nearly 30 years as a cricket fan which I thought I'd share:
I find myself feeling quite pleased Australia are doing well.
There, I've said it. Shocking confession to make, but I feel I'm amongst friends here.
Now this is patently abnormal behaviour for any English cricket fan; usually Australian defeats are like oxygen to us; we need them to function. However one noted there was rather a lot of revisionism from some quarters following the 2010/11 Ashes, suggesting Australia weren't actually much good and England were no more than a decent side who essentially had to turn up to win.
Well, now.
Following yer crim's win in SL featuring (count them) no fewer than 9 who played in that series Australia suddenly look a whole lot less turd than one or two might've otherwise suggested.
Obviously one doesn't want Australia to get to the stage where they might beat us again but, inasmuch as it paints our winter wondertour in a more favourable light, I can't quite shake off this alien feeling.
Am I alone? Ill? Have any of my countrymen (or women) found themselves stricken with this malady?