Hordes of critics baying for his blood would not be denied.
The World Cup loss to India, in the quarters, was the final straw.
Much as Ricky Ponting would have liked to take the terminal blow on his chin—like a man—he would be first to admit that multiple body blows over the past few months had left him with more than just a bloody, broken finger.
It made him vulnerable—never a happy state of affairs for an Australian captain.
He did not go crying into the night like a Kim Hughes. Nor he did have any fair shoulders to cry on.
Perhaps, as he ponders his future, he could well be humming Elvis Presley’s “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” (Words and music by Roy Turk and Lou Handman) accompanied by Brett Lee on guitar.
Here is the modified version for the Punter:
Are You Lose Some, Cricket Australia?
Are you lose some, Cricket Australia?
Do you miss me, Cricket Australia?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter sunny day
When I was your sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your stadia seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at the match toss and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me lady fair, are you lose some Cricket Australia?
I wonder if you’re lose some, Cricket Australia?
You know someone said that the worlds a stage
And each must play a part.
Fate had me playing cricket with you as my sweet heart.
Act one was when we met, I loved you at first glance
I read my lines so cleverly and never missed a cue
Then came act two, I seemed to change and I acted strange
And why you’ll never want to know.
Honey, you lied when you said you loved me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than go on living without you.
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you wont come back to me
Then make them bring the curtain down.
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me, lady fair, are you lose some, Cricket Australia?
Quote of the day:
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. – Robert Frost
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