When I first went to first class cricket matches, which at a guess would be towards the end of the 1960’s, the only action that took place outside of the cricket field tended to be the polite applause of the crowd from time to time, combined with the tea and sandwiches at the tea break. Getting the signature of a player was akin to mission impossible, as seemingly they all seemed to think they were above the need to sign books for young cricket fans. Didnt stop us trying, mind. It also was the case that one of those early games was the first time I was seen on TV, as my mother told me she had seen me running across the field after the game, presumably in search of said elusive autograph.
Nowadays, especially in India, the game has changed beyond belief. Apart from the craziness of the fans over there, we even have cheerleaders, and live music happening during the games, between overs at least. Yes, I know, it would be great fun to be a cheerleader like that, but I’m far too old, far too fragile now, and far too intersex (lol) to ever do a thing like that.
The strange thing about baseball is that it seems to be the one big sport that lacks cheerleaders. Maybe because there really isnt a suitable moment for them to do there thing, who knows?
In truth, the cricket season here in England has been ticking over for a while now, relatively quietly. But yes, the reason I’m doing this, tomorrow, just outside Dublin (Malahide, to be exact), there will be a 1 day international between Ireland, and England. By fate, and tradition, this game seems to end up being affected by, or even abandoned by rain, but lets hope its fairer conditions tomorrow. No, I wouldnt have been there, even if my health hadnt gone AWOL, and of course the irony is, weather permitting, I will now get to see it on TV, as opposed to being at work while it was going on. I had considered going to some games later this month, in Belfast, but clearly that wont be happening now.
But the real cricket event of the summer, involving the same 2 countries, the first ever test match, being played at the home of cricket, Lords. I hadnt considered attending previously, but clearly wont be doing so now. To think, the first time I visited Lords, which would be around 1977, ladies werent allowed in the hallowed pavilion then! That was for a county game, as one of my bosses at the time was a member of Middlesex, and I thought I was male, so… I wonder if that makes me the first woman ever to watch a game in the pavilion at Lords, lol? I doubt it, but?
I have no idea if there will be cheerleaders at Malahide tomorrow, there certainly wont be for the test at Lords, for sure. But yes, I still, despite everything have that ambition to dress like a chorus line dancer, or cheerleader. Yes, Clara Johnson, you havent quite stopped me yet, though I suspect dancing is now beyond me.
The video? Well, strictly yesterday would have been more apt, but it fits in for today, so we will have to live with it. To say this video is a bit crazy, is putting it mildly. This is the 12″ version of the song, but in honesty, I’m not sure its better than the original. But you can easily find that, so…