A magnificent performance. Lead, as is so often the case, by the team’s talisman. Gritty and glorious. Root 99 as opposed to Route 66…
England’s cricketers setting up a Sunday “final” at Lords against India in their three match ODI series. England involved in Sunday “final” excitement…
Not the Final that the country yearned for…
Last football paragraph I promise. Tuchel saying that his players were passive ?! Hard to be anything else when you pack the field with defenders and offer no “out” further up the pitch. 12% possession after our goal ?! Several players, allegedly, were not happy with the Manager’s calls. Neither were the millions watching on. Slow motion carnage, and we could all see it happening. We should have pressed on after our goal and gone for the jugular. Argentinian white flag at the end, this time with words scrawled across it. Conversation not overheard in pubs and bars up and down the land – “where are you watching the Bronze Final….??”
Enough. Done. Nothing more to add. We move on. In a kind of a way…
Birkdale baked brown as Open tales unfold. Some unlikely names near the top of the leaderboard, but the cream is likely to rise…
Epsom yesterday evening. With Neil Callan, there is never any “sugar” or “coat” in the post race debrief. Which is exactly how it should be. No point in rosy tint. The truth is what we all want to hear, and Neil is as forthright on that front as they come. I guess he has been around a few Hong Kong and other blocks…
My case as follows M’Lud….
KITARO KICH, five time winner in 2025, is rated 79 on the AW and 67 on the turf. His trainer is convinced that he can win off that mark on turf. But a combination of expletives aligned with “waste of time” and “stick to what he does best” pretty much put a line through any ongoing turf aspirations. Living is fine as long as you are prepared to learn…
No runners today. Fast ground everywhere as heatwave rages on. Here’s hoping that the “Glorious” weather sticks with us all for “Glorious”….
The Weather Gods had a larf on Derby Day. No silly humour in a fortnight please…
I have been asked to drive a few very fast cars around the motor circuit on the Thursday morning of the greatest race meeting. Candida, Barney and Tallulah often accuse me of “driving like a vicar.” Primarily on account of my ongoing relationship with speed cameras, penalty points and speed awareness courses…
“Driving like a vicar” and motor racing circuits might not be the greatest mix…??!!
