Not Really the Season

For games. At least not in England which is currently dealing with unusually early and widespread winter storms. Like the postal service though, truly dedicated cricket fans get through. Here are a couple of descriptions of travelling in the weather to find cricket coverage.

Evening everyone. Night time in the city. And it’s cold out there. You may have noticed. So cold it makes your head hurt and your feet ache. Out on the street in London the snow has been ground down into a thick paste of slush and grit, so slippery a man can hardly move in a straight line. The roofs of the parked cars have been swept clean of fresh powder by the schoolkids and anyone with any sense is already tucked up indoors with a cup of tea, or something a little stronger, their feet up by the fire. Here in the office we’ve brewed a strong pot of coffee. Ready for night six of the 2010 Ashes.

Spare a thought for Seth Levine: “I have been conducting a trial in Chichester this week, commuting from central London. Having been late every morning, the judge directed that myself and my opponent stay in Chichester for the remainder of the trial. Very nice boutique hotel, save for r lack of Sky. I therefore eschewed the option of staying another night this evening, and set off on an epic 6 hour journey through the mono-chromatic home counties. Standing in a deserted Chichester station, a Puck-like Southern Railways employee appeared to inform me that a rogue Great Western diesel train was coming through, and if I wanted to leave it would represent my last chance of getting out of Chichester (the Cathedral is splendid, but that I was keen to do). Watching the single diesel locomotive appear ghost-like through the snow, it felt somewhat like seeing the last plane to Lisbon emerge through the low cloud in Casablanca. My mission- not to organise the resistance in saving the free-world, but to watch England strike first-blood in Adelaide. The moral of this story? Expect an England collapse or rain.” Lovely email that.

The beginning of the first session was worth the trouble. England took three wickets in the first three overs. It was breathless, breakneck stuff.

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