Lazing on a Sunday afternoon, after family time at church and at lunch. Watching the cricket. And realising that I still hold out hope for India managing to get something out of this game. As long as England are bowled out before tea, and as long as the target is around 400, I live in hope. Could make for a very exciting day’s cricket tomorrow.
Reminds me of being at the Ataturk stadium with Isaac in 2005, when it was half-time and Liverpool were 3-0 down. And we started singing You’ll Never Walk Alone.
Hard to believe, I know, but it’s possible to get passionate about cricket.