Dear readers. I would like to welcome Cathy to the writing team here at the 24s blogspot. This is her first piece entitled Man or Mandie. It takes a look at the socio-economic effectes of countervailing running tendencies of the sub-specie of homosapien. Mandus Maxibus. The piece is an articualte and humorous approach to a subject not often breached by females...the wild run. Enjoy. Comments and criticsm to wedontcare@lookinthemirrow.co.uk Yours sincerely, WMD (editor)
By far the biggest action cricket player in the entire universe, M**** of Sindler’s shakes the ground she walks on. Mentioned earlier in the blog by WMD as M**** “ I want Nic’s beef wuff mustard”, this terror of the fake turf instills dread into even the most skilled of cricket players.
When the 24s face Sindler’s again on Tuesday 25 July at 18:20 ZA local time at the indoor cricket arena, Stadium-on-Main, Claremont (take note all you holders of the no-show award), they will once again play head-to-heaving bosom against the M**** in all her bursting-out-of-her-clothes, manly run-up-to-bowl-ness.
Having trodden her into a sizable hole in the ground last time the 24s faced her, the M**** will be looking for gravy to go with Nic’s beef and speedo. The 24s have to stand strong, stand united and not crumble as the world around them quivers and shakes. Supporters (this means you!) look to “The Arm” of WMD to work, the skin of Cap’n Rob’s well-worn knee to stay on his knee, Nagmeto to play abysmally in practice and the general advice is to take any hard-balls these yellow-bellied foes bat at the brave 24s, with a dose of morphine laced appletiser.
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