Congratulations to the Australian Team, who somehow remembered to show up for ‘cricket’s night of nights’, the Allan Border Medal. If only they had shown up for their ‘day of days’, the first morning of the Ashes Boxing Day Test, there may have been a reason to celebrate.
I watched a total of 7 minutes and 54 seconds of the live Allan Border Medal telecast, let me put it to you in 3 words; pretentious, smug and dour.
This will be a shorter post than usual, it has been a busy week and I could really care less.
The man: Allan Border, also known as ‘AB’. The ultimate Australian Battler, his type a threatened species in the modern Test squad.
The winner: Shane Watson, far and beyond the most deserving humanoid in the entire room. Should have been deducted 50 votes for a bad haircut, but still miles ahead of the field.
The captain: Still sounds more akin to a car salesman, than a professional athlete.
The kid: I will never grow fond of the one they call Master Smith.
The host: Brendan Julian. Handsome, calculated, directional genius. Women were the winners on the night; fashion, glamour and baby-face Brendan whispering sweet lullabies.
Sadly, as much as I try, there is little more to squeeze from this baron journalistic mirage.
The Allan Border Medal is the name of the award which recognises Australia’s best Test match cricketer over the calendar year.