England 22 – Big Bro Replaces Sir Henry!

Not being English but of largely Ulster-Scots origin, my affinity with cricket is minimal.

But what’s being done to that sport, for NO credible reason, is sad and sick.

When Britain was a self-respecting country, disinclined to grovel to whining uptights, the game of cricket was, in many English hearts and minds, identified with a proud heritage.

Sir Henry Newbolt was one such, a patriot, and a wordsmith..


.. ….

The sand of the desert is sodden red-

Red with the wreck of the square that broke

The gatling’s jammed and the colonel dead,

And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.

The river of death has brimmed its banks,

And England’s far and Honor a name,

But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks-

“Play up! Play up! And play the game!

That was then, but today?

Fast forward, to Big Brother Land…



..where the cricket kit includes a chip on each shoulder…


A sign showing two eyes and the words BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU


‘The plan includes a review of dressing-room culture, diversity training for all those involved in the sport, a governance review, a drive to remove barriers to playing top-level cricket, localised equality, diversity and inclusion for clubs, counties and government bodies and examining how stadia can be made more welcoming to people from diverse backgrounds…’