April - Old Mutual Two Oceans Marathon

[Sweder]

But I’ll hang on to the railings for a few more days. There may yet be a classic ending to this Caribbean odyssey.

No happy ending I'm afraid. A nasty squall blew up, putting the dampest squib on the finale. Gilchrist did his best to single-handedly light the fireworks only to see the pyrotechnics thwarted by a good old Caribbean hoolie. Messrs Duckworth and Lewis were on the bench but in a farsical facsimile of the last day of the 2005 Ashes series no-one quite knew if it was over or not. A fittingly shabby end to an over-long and ultimately flawed tournament. They'll have to winkle Gower out of his love-nest now - best of luck with that.

Two months on from a hopeful start a world of indifference piles high on the shores of the beautiful host islands. The best team in the world then is the best team in the world now; all we've learned is there's still no-one out there worthy of giving the Aussies a decent game when the blue chips are down.

All hail the mighty Oz and lets draw a veil over this bloated, over-hyped festival of greed.
Good luck to the journos getting those monstrous expenses through.
And RIP Bob Woolmer.