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altariel ([personal profile] altariel) wrote2009-09-07 09:47 pm
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Nemesis strikes again

We went to the second one-day international at Lord's on Sunday. England of course did not win, but as a large proportion of the fun comes from having a sit and a chat with [livejournal.com profile] mraltariel and passing judgement on the people around us, that was fine. Also, we had a very nice picnic hamper. And we took some pictures. [livejournal.com profile] applegnat, some of these might be of special interest.



Trains were not running between Cambridge and Kings Cross. Oh no. That would have been convenient.


For [livejournal.com profile] applegnat, a study of James Anderson (picture big as yer hat here).


Jimmy about to take a wicket! [livejournal.com profile] mraltariel is very pleased with this one. (Big pic here.)


Mid-afternoon, a Lancaster bomber flew overhead, to commemorate the anniversary of the outbreak of WW2. Immediately afterwards, England, who had been doing rather well up till then, turned useless.


Never mind, we still had each other. And the Enterprise.

[identity profile] jhall1.livejournal.com 2009-09-07 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Never mind, we still had each other. And the Enterprise.

Now had it been the Enterprise that had flown overhead, I'd have accepted that the English batsmen had a valid excuse to be distracted. :)

[identity profile] toft-froggy.livejournal.com 2009-09-08 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
There's something quite frightening about that ticket.

I grinned at the picture. It's rather Snape-esque.

[identity profile] katlinel.livejournal.com 2009-09-08 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
The players are very colourful in their matching outfits. Bless.

Turned out useless again? What a nation.

[identity profile] realthog.livejournal.com 2009-09-08 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)

Jealous. Seethe. Even if they did lose. Green. Fester.

And Our Boy Andy has just lost at the US Open.

Grumble. Snort. Spit.

Cuss.

[identity profile] applegnat.livejournal.com 2009-09-09 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Bliss is it in this era of English cricketing pulchritude to be alive, but to see James Anderson through your eyes is very heaven. Shame about the play. Fantastic pictures, though, the second one, ouf, so good.