It has to be Jesse Ryder, now we have never been all that keen on cricket. We had a fling when we were in our twenties with a very nice man called Gary Langridge who was a well known rascal among his cricket buddies and a first class cricketer and ......... ooops - the memories got in the way of good sense, but thats about the extent of our association with the elegant game. Too much maths and pissing about for us.
However we are now tuning back in to watch due to the crazy, stunning, arrogant, self doubting, perfectionist, driven, piss head and enormously talented cricketer that Jesse is.
And it appears he is a Wairarapa boy as well
Anyway the best of sporting legends are always flawed or maybe its just because they are have a million eyes watching them and their flaws are magnified and picked over by an unforgiving media.Anyway we reckon he is on his way to being one of the greats and we will love him despite all his faults.
Weirdly every time we see the big bugger on the pitch we keep hearing this song play over and over .
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I've always preferred Jessie Come Home by Roberta Flack, but think your choice is more appropriate in this case.
Bloody hell, Busted Blonde on cricket.
The world is ending isn't it?
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