Trying to keep one eye on the floor and one eye on the skies is tricky business. It's just about possible if you lay your head sideways on the ground but that gets fairly uncomfortable after a while. It also makes you look like a red Indian listening to the tracks of a railway line. Which is fine if you're kitted out as a red Indian at a 1920's silent movie fancy dress party. But I wasn't. Not today, anyhow. I was at day four of the 2nd Ashes Test between a country known as England and another called Australia. I may have mentioned it before but it this was being held in a city called Adelaide which is the capital of the driest state in the driest continent on earth. And despite it being late spring it has been shedding it down.
If the Australian's are fans of Steve Martin and/or Eddie Murphy they may have been inclined to shout 'Gotcha Suckas!' at the first sign of the chubby rain drops that began plopping down on the wicket shortly after the tea break. For the second day running it appears that rain really will save Australia now. With even worse set for tomorrow and a session already lost to the elements all England's good work may also be about to go down the drain.
"A month's rain in one day forecast for tomorrow", you say? Oh the hilarity. Typical England. Typical Adelaide. Typical Australians. Just bloody typical.
In short it's been a strange day. The Barmy Army subdued as news of the impending hail storm began to filter through. With the England attack straining to make use of any assistance in this pitch a bit of cloud cover probably wasn't the worst thing to have for the first two sessions of the day. But with time & the weather forecast against us and with the two Michael's looking comfortable at the crease the odds on a famous (and my first) victory on Australian soil appears to once again be slip sliding away.
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