England aren’t very good at one day cricket. We make all the right noises about wanting to be good at it and we play plenty of it, but we just can’t seem to become any good at it. However, the real question is, does anybody actually care?
The last thing you can call me - and trust me I’ve been called plenty of things in my time - is a traditionalist, but for once I agree with the Luddites, the conservatives, the moth-ball brigade, whatever you want to call them.
One day cricket just isn’t proper cricket is it? No, proper cricket is a game where you can play for five days, have 45 hours of supposedly fierce competition and still not get a winner or a loser.
It’s a game where newspapers can be read without much disturbance, it’s a game where the picnic and refreshment tents are just as important as who is playing and it’s the only sport in the world - with the obvious exception of ski-ing , where unsuitable weather means everyone gives up and does something else instead.
The problem is, while we in England pride ourselves on “proper” cricket, the rest of the world can’t get enough of the one day stuff. While we go on and on about the Ashes this winter, everybody else is talking about the ICC Trophy and next year’s World Cup.
This doesn’t mean we should change our attitudes - I for one will be doing cartwheels down my street at 6am and making random long-distance calls to Oz to ensure as many Aussies as possible feel the humiliation of defeat if we retain the Ashes this winter - it just means we shouldn’t complain when we get humiliated in India.
In fact, we should just smile and nod to ourselves in that really smug kind of way that geeks do at a pub quiz.
We’ve already lost one group game in the ICC Trophy against India and we will probably lose another when we play Australia on Saturday. Just face it, everyone else is better than us at run chases and power plays and that isn’t going to change in the immediate future.
But who cares, let them have their moment of glory. It will be a hollow victory when the SCG in Sydney is forced to kneel in front of their colonial masters once more as Lords Flintoff and Harmison lift the tiny urn.
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