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Cricket. Not as homely as “mom and apple pie,” but, to the Englishman, just as evocative of home. If American readers don’t know the game, I won’t attempt to explain more than to say it’s the one that is played by what look like hospital interns using bookshelves as bats who attempt to swat a baseball-sized, rock-hard, red leather ball hurled by a bowler (a sort of sprinting, dervish pitcher) who runs at them and forces them to protect what seems to be a tiny cattle fence while not allowing their resultant shot to be caught “on the fly,” as you might say. I played the game as a boy and I love it. Or, rather, I loved it.
I won’t be watching any more cricket.
England did not just export the game to its Commonwealth countries — The West Indies, Sri Lanka, Pakistan, and Bangladesh have all benefited, financially as well as culturally — but also produced some of the great players in the game’s history. In my adult lifetime, Ian Botham, Graham Gooch, Jimmy Anderson, the mercurial David Gower, Geoff Boycott, Ben Stokes, Mike Atherton, and many more have broken both cricketing records and opponents’ hearts. And there is nothing better than watching the rise of a future star in the cricketing firmament, just as there is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing a promising career cut short by injury. Injury or, in these vile and ideological times, something else.
Ollie Robinson had the world of cricket at his feet. After a brilliant debut test match against New Zealand (tests are official series between national sides, the most famous being the Ashes, played between England and Australia), Robinson looked a star in the ascendant, performing superbly against a strong Kiwi side. Someone else going great guns was the spectator who ran through Robinson’s social media activity over the last decade. He or she — they are always anonymous when they are approved by big tech — found some Tweets from around 2012, when Robinson was 18 years old. He did this while Robinson was playing in his brilliant debut.
Robinson has now been dropped from the England squad for the next test match, and the possibility remains that he may not play for my country’s cricket team again. What would have been the greatest day of any sportsman’s life was reduced to the cultural equivalent of being dragged through Peking’s city streets in 1960 wearing a conical hat reading “I disagreed with Mao!”
Okay, here is what I am not going to do. I am not going to quote the Tweets. Not because I am a faggot who writes for the British MSM, but because I am going to act like Swedish staff act at airports, hotels, or stores in that doomed country, the ones who expect you to print your own luggage labels, carry your own baggage to your room, make your own bed, and wrap your own produce if you want it wrapped, because, in their own words — usually in impeccable English — why should I do something you can do yourself?
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Robinson wrote some silly, boyish comments from what is already a bygone age, and many white sportsmen (not so much women, who get a pass by virtue of having vaginas, which you are allowed to have when it suits you) will have promising careers cut short by 140 characters written when they were kids.
There was always a casual racism about the game. Banter — some of it nasty and deliberately provocative, intended to rattle the opponent’s concentration — between bowler and batsman is known as “sledging.” In a famous encounter, burly Australian bowler Merv Hughes was slinging it into famous Antiguan player Sir Vivian Richards — universally agreed to have been one of the greatest batsmen ever to have played the game — and giving him what the Australians call ‘verbals.” At one point, after a particularly snarky comment, Richards shouted back up the 22-yard bowling table, “This is my island! In my country, we have respect!” The next ball, Hughes had Richards out, and, as the great batsman walked off the pitch past Hughes, the Oz bowler with the famous walrus mustache said, “In my country, we just say ‘fuck off.’”
There won’t be any more of that, at least not from white player to black player. The current mood is summed up by the fawning acquiescence of the British press, whose white journalists have such a hard-on for black men they should get a room. The Daily Mail, laughably described as a Right-wing newspaper, called Robinson’s juvenile and mild Tweets “vile.” The other newspapers stuck with approved brand names such as “racist,” “sexist,” and “Islamophobic.” Robinson was reduced, inevitably, to a pathetic apology, which apparently “impressed his teammates.” It won’t do him any good. You can recant on the gallows. They’ll still hang you.
Any English sporting team with any balls other than the ones they use for the game itself would have gone to the team manager and the English Cricket Board (ECB) and told them to fuck off. Instead, manager Graham Thorpe (who played for England as well as my home county of Surrey) mumbled some woke-lite gibberish designed to cover his arse the same way batsmen cover their balls with the well-known “box.” (I’ve been hit in the pills by a cricket ball when unprotected, and I must say I have felt better). The ECB has said they are “determined” to punish Robinson.
Cricket is an extraordinary game in that an intelligent captain (the great English skipper Mike Brearley spoke and thought like a mix between a chess player and an aristocrat) can out-think his opponent and thus defeat the whole team. The game, at test level, can last five days and still produce no result. Its honesty and the integrity of the players is — or was — so ingrained in the national psyche that behavior deemed less than honorable used to be described as “just not cricket.” As my father taught me, cheating in cricket began with the Pakistanis around the same time as cheating at football was perfected by the Italians.
Now, the white batsman is not facing a rampaging fast bowler from the West Indies, but a legion of pasty white students with bad skin who despise the game because it is synonymous with their own country and its erstwhile empire, which they hate every bit as much as some idiot with her arm covered in self-inflicted razor swipes. Cricket has gone the same way as all other English cultural ramparts currently being dismantled by a new wave of intellectual zombies every bit as dominant as any of the great batsmen or bowlers of the golden age of what was a great game.
I hope, heartily, that England loses every test they ever play, including the current one, which could be Robinson’s last. I would have hoped that anyway just because of the team kneeling before recent matches and standing respectfully with shirts celebrating blackness, a phenomenon which has done far, far less for blacks than the invention of cricket ever achieved.
I also hope the English football team is embarrassed at the Euros, the upcoming international football tournament. They were, at the last one, knocked out by Iceland. That was doubly amusing, because when boffins who are interested in genetics and literal racial purity look for the country with the purest DNA on the planet, which one are they forced (in whispers) to admit comes out on top? That’s right. Iceland, the world’s whitest country. I hope England loses at everything, because I am done with the place.
England had an empire and she lost it. Then, at least she still had a country. But even that she is now in the process of giving away, and the surrender of cricket to the whole shebang of the pathetically named “woke” culture is pretty much it for me. We didn’t listen to Tommy Robinson, so Ollie Robinson gets what’s coming.
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21 comments
“In my country, we just say fuck off.” should be the national motto of Australia.
Yes, beautifully sewn around a picture of a kangaroo.
The Israeli version.
https://youtu.be/kz6Dqi3qJiU
Alright there, big nose.
Merv Hughes was always funny to watch. I forgot about the time he gave it back to Javed Miandad for calling him a bus driver.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRH4VIasS3Q
Simpler days.
I concur.
Cricket, like other sports today, has been turned into an Orwellian hellhole of political signaling. Players enter the field like obedient kids whose body language, words, history, personal lives, etc. are closely monitored by a gang of woke puritans.
Michael Holding’s BLM performance on live TV was more embarrassing than Jack Russell’s batting.
As for this >>>>> As my father taught me, cheating in cricket began with the Pakistanis around the same time as cheating at football was perfected by the Italians.
Well, I don’t know about the Italian thing but I know cricket well enough to state that cheating in the game was going way before Pakistan had even appeared on the world map as a sovereign nation.
Picking the seam, altering the state of the ball, not adhering to the spirit of the game, fixing/throwing matches for the purposes of gambling were happening when cricket was still an all-White sport.
Moreover, WG Grace’s blatant tantrums on the field and underhand ploys are well documented.
It’s only with the arrival of high quality, precision cameras that we have been able to observe what goes on between two deliveries and catch things which had been going on when there were no cameras around.
I haven’t watched any cricket in the last 5 years. Looks like I bailed just in time.
Even when I watched it during the early 2000’s to the mid 2010’s, I noticed how acquiescent the white commentators would be towards the patronizing attitudes of the coloureds (Sunil Gavaskar’s bluster comes to mind). I suppose Tony Greig decided to spend the rest of his life trying to make-up for his “I intend to make them grovel” comment.
Massive Indian money controls Cricket.
BCCI is the new MCC.
When I worked in London 1986–88, I lived in sight of Lord’s Cricket Ground. I had an incipient interest in the game when I arrived, but that location strong encouraged that interest. I was there to work, not sight-see, but I did manage to see some Sunday League, and the odd Saturday of a first-class match, including Test matches at Lord’s, the Oval, Headingley, and Old Trafford. I read whatever I could get my hands on in the St Marylebone library and the London bookshops. That reading was a good part of my entree into the English soul. It became too difficult to follow the English game back in Chicago, so by the late 1990s, I no longer kept track of it. It doesn’t surprise me that English sport is as Woke as the rest of official British society. And American society. If I hadn’t given up on baseball for other reasons, I would have given up on it for its wokism. It’s sad, bordering on tragic, when these delights of our childhood and our youth are taken from us by destructive politicians.
What would Douglas Jardine make of the enemy picking his XI for him?
“We didn’t listen to Tommy Robinson….”
As an Australian cricket fan I’m quite happy your ludicrous team is now expelling wrongthinkers because it will make the Ashes easier to win but I have to pull you up on that quote from a political perspective.
Tommy Robinson would like Islam to be a bit more liberal, is indifferent to the ethnic makeup of Britain, hates the ‘far-right’ with more passion than he does the left and thinks Jews are the greatest thing since sliced bread and would rather like a bit more support for the poor beleaguered Israelis suffering under the terror of ‘Islamo-Fascism’.
If the establishment in Britain isn’t listening to little Tommy then boy they’re listening to someone who says things pretty close to what that disgusting creep espouses.
Robinson made the point in Enemy of the State five years ago that freedom of speech was a supporting wall of Britain and the West. That was my point. I know he is not anti-Semitic, and that triggers people like yourself, and some of the other chucklehead commenters on CC, but people who do not rabidly hate Da Joooooz still have points to make. Is that your real name, by the way?
“Robinson made the point in Enemy of the State five years ago that freedom of speech was a supporting wall of Britain and the West.”
I guess he forgot that principle when he happily declared he would have joined with Anti-Fa the day of the Unite The Right rally who physically assaulted people lawfully assembling to exercise their rights to free speech. Poor little sausage must have forgot, I guess. In fact the only time that pathetic creep usually talks about free speech is when one of his little stunts/fundraising events which serve no purpose other than to increase his notoriety and bank balance gets him in trouble.
“I know he is not anti-Semitic, and that triggers people like yourself, and some of the other chucklehead commenters on CC, but people who do not rabidly hate Da Joooooz still have points to make.”
I’ll take your word for it, Doctor.
“Is that your real name, by the way?”
Yeah it’s my real name and I’m typing this from a Swiss Sanitorium.
Tommy is a bit of a Judas Goat though, handled by Pamela Geller then by Ezra Levant. Mossad asset all the way.
For whatever his shortcomings (and most especially those around him), maybe it’s better to take a “glass half full” approach. I’d buy him a pint, but not BoJo The Wanker.
Black ‘voices’ are on UK TV, clearly salivating over the prospect of a white man (and a hero) being humiliated for offending their co-ethnics. Credit to Ollie Robinson: he made one of those ‘hostage video’ confessions in which he had his head down the whole time and was just mumbling through the words written (obviously not by him) on a scrap of paper. It was blatantly insincere.
Never been much of a sports fan, so I was amused when, in 2018, Australian bowler Cameron Bancroft was seen to be sneakily rubbing his balls (his cricket balls, that is) against sandpaper to aid the spin. Even the Fall of Singapore can’t have evoked the national grieving that ensued, with “shocked” Prime Minister of Australia, Malcolm Turnbull, addressing the nation to condemn the ploy.
It’s just a bloody game. Turnbull should have just made a crack about not giving whinging Poms a justified excuse for a grumble.
The England cricket team will soon go the way of the national football team which features a preponderance of black African and Afro-Caribbean players but few actual Englishmen and conspicuously ‘takes the knee’ before games. Our liberal media thunder against fans who have the temerity to decry this ritual adoration of a defunct American career criminal, for all sporting events must serve The Narrative.
This spurious team will play ‘national’ teams of similar ethnic composition (mutatis mutandis) from other Western European nations, to the extent that fans are losing interest in the ‘beautiful’ game. Indeed cricket may hold out a little longer, but its days as a vehicle of Englishness and national pride are numbered.
“I hope England loses at everything, because I am done with the place.”
As an ageing Englishman, I understand. Objectively, our country is just an economic area terrorised by a hostile elite and its imported attack dogs. But outside the big cities, England still exists, in an organic sense. Its people, though cowed and politically confused, are still basically what they’ve always been (i.e. kind, creative, and pragmatic). If you can no longer believe this, then you really have lost everything.
https://www.heraldscotland.com/sport/19368399.kilt-wearing-patrice-evra-flashes-rear-bizarre-show-support-scotland/
Enough to make one sick..
Cricket always was an Establishment religion, run by gentlemen and played by plebs. To see it as anything else is to believe that the British Empire really was British, rather than Jewish. The Jews, or in particular the Rothschilds have been issuing British currency every since the Crown ran out of gold in 1826.
It is openly acknowledged that Rhodes borrowed Rothschild money to open the gold and diamond mines in South Africa, the profits of which financed all the other African colonies such as Nyasaland and Rhodesia plus various other scams.
The English were allowed to attend the fake Christian religion known as the Church of England, play cricket and football as well as watch Wimbledon.
The colonies were permitted similar enhancements provided they towed the line and were good little economic slaves to the Jews.
Every nationalist in the UK and the west in general are only in it for the money, the self esteem and to deceive the public about who the real enemy of the people are. Nationalists are strong on rhetoric and weak on backbone.
You only have to look at money grabbing back stabbing liars like Nick Griffin (MI5), Jim Dowson and Jayda Fransen (Mossad), to realise that nationalism in the UK is dead from the neck up. It is not just Tommy Robinson. The BNP are anti Islamist because the Jews that run the party like it that way. The National Front are about as effective as a card board cricket bat in a test match. Heritage & Destiny is a front for MI5 whose editorial is pathetic, irrelevant and omnidirectional.
This is my experience as a nationalist in the UK. Our nationalist leaders are a bunch of self serving narcissists totally lacking in either backbone or common sense.
Can’t comment on the US but it seems to mirror the UK in many respects.
Good lord. Don’t you ever get tired of blaming Jews for EVERYTHING? I get it, they’re shady as hell, incredibly manipulative and no friend of the white man but they aren’t some omnipotent boogieman. They haven’t gotten the boot 109 time because they play it smart. Portraying them as such just removes agency from our people.
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