YOU'RE MY WONDERBALL!

I know we didn't win and I'm still pissed off at Yudesh for calling me up on Sunday morning to tell me that we we only needed 50 runs to win. Of course I got out of bed and stupidly watched and stupidly began to entertain the thought that we might win. Hope blossomed and grew until it was crushed under the glossy black jack boot of Billy Bowden.

You may of seen Warne waving the ball at the crowd every time he got a wicket. Apparently it was because instead of the normal stick the poms give him about his weight/hair/lewd texting (take your pick) they were teasing him about his recent marital problems. I believe the chant was "Warnie where's your missus?"

But how farking good is Warnie? The balls that removed Strauss twice were absolute magic. The flight, the dip and the ripping turn were there for all to see. He's so good that Mattel should start pumping out Warnie action figures. Fighting crime with zooters, googlies and the deadly flipper after downing cans of baked beans Popeye style. Beware his only weakness, no not kryptonite but Indian food. Look I'm not a Warnie sycophant. At times he can make me cringe with his off field exploits but I can acknowledge when I've seen a great in action.

I'm just glad I got to see him play so that one day I can tell my adopted grandkids (from every continent - thank you Angelina Jolie) that I watched the bastard play and damn he was good.