I sigh to myself. I blame the commentators and the coverage they’ve just been giving in the last hour. They’ve been saying that it looks like Australia may be the underdogs coming into the series, and of course this gives a glimmer of hope to every Englishman’s (and woman’s) heart. Of course not! We are rather stupid Pommies to think those warm beer drinkers would not play for The Ashes when at home.
I continue to watch England batting. I’m starting to feel rather jealous; not only is it sunny – with beautifully formed (definitely not rain) clouds in a blue sky, but it’s obviously a pleasant temperature.
My temperament starts to goes downhill. Not enough alcohol to make myself merry and a loss of a wicket so early on; it’s very clear that England need to get it together in this first test match game. I just nearly had a heart attack, as I write this blog, the Aussies appeal "hows thaaaaaat!". Please no, twenty minutes and two wickets gone? I’m not sure I could cope! Thankfully 'NOT OUT' pops up on the screen.
I am rather excited about the whole thing. Apart from the matches being broadcast live from Brisbane at Midnight (in the UK) to 7am , I have never seen The Ashes live for a long time. With Sky taking over the rights to broadcast, I’m left to remember the good old days of BBC – although I’m sure England hardly won in the days of Michael Atherton (who left me at the time, aged 10, with a bit of a crush; and to this day I have no idea why).
I don’t mind staying up a bit later to enjoy the match, it’s therapeutic and gentle, not a bad idea to relax before bed. Unfortunately I'm anticipating that I'll be waking up to bad news!