Filed under: Cricket | Tags: Andrew Flintoff, Andrew Strauss, Ashes, Ashes 2009, australia, Cricket, England, Greame Swann, james anderson, Kevin Pietersen, Matt Prior, Monty Panesar, Nathan Hauritz, paul collingwood, Ravi Bopara, Six Word Reviews, stuart broad
Here we are again, with Suave’s six word reviews. Australia to come this afternoon.
Andrew Strauss
Piss poor captaincy, shit with bat.
Alastair Cook
Fucking piss-weak, public school cunt.
Ravi Bopara
Outwitted, then fucked over by Doctrove
Kevin Pietersen
Look at me, stupid ego cunt.
Paul Collingwood
Gritty street fighter, better than spinners
Matt Prior
looks OK, no smashing just yet.
Andrew Flintoff
Bowled into ground, now fucking crocked.
Stuart Broad
Can’t bowl for shit, find length!!!
Greame Swann
Worse than Hauritz. One funny fucker.
James Anderson
Batting supremo. Pitch it up, wanker!
Monty Panesar
Too quick, no variation, soon gone.
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: 20/20, 20/20 World cup, 20/20 World cup 2009, Adil Rashid, Cricket With Balls, Darron Reekers, De Nederlanders, De Nederlands, Dirk Nannes, Dirty Dirk, England, fucktrog, Holland, Johann Cruyff, Jrod, Last of The Summer Whine, Len The Yorkshire Kitman, Luke Wright, Pakistan, Q, Ravi Bopara, ricky schroder, Rob Key, Ryan Ten Doeschate, stuart broad, Stuart MacGill, T20i, The England, The Netherlands, Tom De Grooth, Well Pitched, west indies

De Nederlanders celebrate a famous victory over The England.
What the fuck happened there?!
Destiny, my friends, that’s what.
After mastering total football in the 70′s under Johan Cruyff, de Nederlanders have now decided to do the same in 20/20 cricket.
Watch out boys and girls, they were unstoppable (except by Ze Germans) at football during that time, and are bound to do the same to all and sundry in this 20/20 World Cup (luckily Ze Germans are not here). Never before has there been such a sublime display of a cricket, from a side wearing oranje.
Dirty Dirk bowled well, without any real penetration.
It was left to a couple of old blacksmiths to cause the damage. Darron Reekers who started off in big bludgeoning style, followed up by Tom De Grooth, who smashed The England all over Lords. Jrod loved it so much he almost threw up!
My man Ryan Ten Doeschate even got in on the act, a cracking allround display, with a red inker and taking the wickets of Ravi Bopara & Luke Wright.
The England have two young stars at the top of their order, and the rest are a bunch of cunts. Even Rob Key, the fat knacker.
The bowling, beyond the opening pair was shithouse. Rashid looked good against the West Indies, but was goes for too many runs. He reminds me of Stuart MacGill, long hops, full tosses and the odd unplayable delivery. No fucking good at 20/20, I’m afraid (and surely the fact that he doesn’t get in Yorkshire’s side, should have given them some idea, no?).
Stuart Broad couldn’t hit six stumps, the useless Ricky Schroder lookalike fucktrog.
I’m happy to lose to the Dutch though, because it might make this bunch of fuckfaced De Engelsen players actually learn to play proper 20/20 cricket. Hardly any of them actually play it, they’re learning the game in T20i’s.
Here’s to getting spanked by Pakistan on Sunday, and being out of the competition within 3 days! Good times, my friends!
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: 20/20, Alastair Cook, Ashes, australia, Brett Lee, Essex, Jason Gillespie, jimmy anderson, Kent, Michael Kasprowicz, Naked, Shaun Tait, stuart broad, Stuart MacGill, The England

Opening day of the 20/20 championship, and The Essex were down at Canterbury to face the lowly Kent.
Alastair Cook opens the innings.
Then it all gets weird.
He scored lots, and quickly. What the fuck is going on? I fear the end is nigh children. Bunker up, and await the Apocalypse.
80 from 56 balls. QUE?!
Strangely enough, I know he can do that more regularly. I watched him smash a double century at a run a ball, against Australia (Lee, Gillespie, Tait, MacGill, Kasprowicz) in 2005.
Why does he not do it more? Because he’s an eyeliner wearing little shitbag.. I’m hoping this is changing, and his bollocks have actually dropped.
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: Ajantha Mendis, Andrew Flintoff, Church Of Sehwagology, Cricket, Gautam Gambhir, Kevin Pietersen, MS Dhoni, Muttiah Muralitharan, Nathan Bracken, odi, Sehwagology, Sohail Tanvir, stuart broad, Virender Sehwag, Younis Khan, Yuvraj Singh
Gautham Gambhir
Top run scorer, firenghi lookalike, allround 2008 superstar.
Virender Sehwag
Again, if you disagree, I will come down on you harder than the Spanish Inquisition!
Younis Khan
Averaged 54, with a strike rate of 94. Top batting against subcontinental superstars this year.
Kevin Pietersen
Captained The England to a magnificent series win against South Africa, whilst smashing them everywhere. Is about the only player in The England who can actually play botf formats of the game.
Yuvraj Singh
Annoying prick. Destroyer of The England. Averaged 108 against us. Useful left arm filth too.
MS Dhoni (Wk) Capt.
Winner. Of. The. World.
Andrew Flintoff
Along with Pietersen, mangled South Africa. Averaged 50 with the bat, and 21 with the ball in 2008. That is stunningly good.
Stuart Broad
Breakthrough year for Ricky Schroder, took 32 wickets at 25 and averages over 20 with the bat. A good solid no 8.
Nathan Bracken
Consistently Australia’s best ODI bowler. 31 wickets at 18. If only he didn’t look like a fucking girl.
Sohail Tanvir
Brilliant in all short forms of the game. Bowls off the wrong foot, weird windmill action, and looks like an actionman.
Ajantha Mendis
What can you say about a man who took 48 wickets at 10.16. Just freakishly good. He’ll get worked out soon, and that average will rise, but don’t expect it to rise too much. This boy has a world of talent.
12th Man
Muttiah Muralitharan
Probably the only year in the last 10 that this fella didn’t make it into my side. But if it was a spinning track, I’d go with two spinners, and he’d be second choice.
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: Andrew Flintoff, jimmy anderson, Matt Prior, Steve Harmison, stuart broad
How fucking dare they… That’s what I say.
How very dare they have a perfect ODI. Bowl the opposition out for under a hundred and knock off the score for no wickets down. Dirty The English Bastards!
Seriously, I’m happy as a pig in shit. What a performance. Stuart Broad was world class, his line and length were McGrath like, and the boy ran and ran and ran until he looked like he was going to be sick. Then you had Fred & Harmison bowling quick and dangerously at the other end. I’d rather not face that me sen.
The other massive positive was Matt Prior. His keeping was exceptional, and the catch he took away to his left was stunning (if he learns to do that to his right, he’s made). To follow it up with 45no, streaky, but the scorecards don’t say that. Top job foreign wanky wicky.
My only real concern is Jimmy Anderson though. Two games, 8 overs, 44 runs, at 5.5 an over. Carry on like that girly boy, and Suave’s a gonna smash ya!
I’m in all sorts of pain today, slightly less so than yesterday, but still, it’s making me angry. Today’s game, however has made the sun shine brightly. I finished work at 3.30 CET, which was when the game kicked off, I got four beers inside me, and The England have spanked the Saffers. Life is good. It’s difficult to be too angry after all that, but the rage is flowing; by flowing, I mean trickling. A nod is a good as a wink to a blind man, no what I mean?.
A big hello to Spearpoint, and an apology for not answering sooner, but you’re South African and nice, and that has confused me no end
Now fuck off you ungrateful bastards.
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: Adil Rashid, Alastair Cook, Andrew Flintoff, Andrew Strauss, Cricket, England, Ian Bell, jimmy anderson, Kevin Pietersen, Michael Vaughan, Monty Panesar, paul collingwood, Ravi Bopara, Ryan Sidebottom, South Africa, Steve Harmison, stuart broad, The Broken Family Band, The England, Tim Ambrose
After a pretty abject summer, barely beating New Zealand and losing to South Africa, here is my summer test review.
In it, I decide through Suave’s hulk smash phenomonen, who survives and who feels the pain.
Alastair Cook
Eyeliner escapes a two handed hulk smash, as he actually scored a decent amount of runs. The one handed hulk smash comes about because the Little shithead has forgotten how to get past 60.
Andrew Strauss
full on hulk smash for Wing Commander. Scored nothing until he was under scrutiny again, and to be honest looks shit against all world class attacks. Should be sent to the local boozer to regale young fellows with stories of his heroics in The War. Fucking posh twat.
Michael Vaughan
Nothing to add really, as the straight ball missing, weird mulleted former skipper, seems to have hulk smashed himself. Lucky boy cos he was gonna get it big time!
Kevin Pietersen
New Skipper, top run-scorer, all-round talented fucker. He gets a little David Banner type hug. Keep it up big man.
Ian Bell
Semi smashing again, as the 199 at Lords was a cracking knock. Only two of his test centuries have come in a winning side, and he never scores one without someone above him doing it too, which when you look at our opening pair, is proof enough that he’s no number 3. Not mentally tough enough, ginger, weird snarl thing when concentrating. Fuck it, he’ s convinced me to proper hulk smash him!
Paul Collingwood
Partially redeemed himself with his last two knocks, but gets the full HULK SMASH with extra cheese. Send him to the glue factory. Not good enough, and we need to bed in a young buck. I reckon Adil Rashid or Ravi Bopara should get the nod. Both are excellent fielders, both are decent bowlers and they ain’t too shabby with the bat either.
Andrew Flintoff
I will never hulk smash big lad. I love him, his passion, his lovely wife, his pace, even his woeful foot movement. He can do no wrong.
Tim Ambrose
Fucking hell, I’ve got a family sized can of whupass just for this little shit for brains. This is the worst hulksmashing you’ve ever seen, cars being tossed, huge holes in the ground, and little wanky wicky dying a slow, painful death! Fuck off now. Read and Foster are far superior with the gloves and a bit better with the bat, and Prior is miles better with the bat.
Stuart Broad
He’s big, he’s bad, he’s better than his dad. Or at least we hope he is. Bats lovely, bowls OK. Got better as the summer went on, but is no Simon Jones. First change bowlers need to take wickets, and constantly apply pressure, and he’s not doing that yet… I have resisted hulk smashing, but reserve the right to do so at a later date!
Ryan Sidebottom
Not good enough, but still miles better than most of our bowlers. Back problems meant he was farily innocuous towards the end of summer. Should have been dropped earlier for health reasons.
Stephen J Harmison
Still gets the hulk smash I’m afraid. As Duncan Fletcher said, you’ve got to take wickets in your first spell (he was unlucky, with eyeliners drop but…). His strike-rate was over 60, which when compared to Dale Steyn, South Africa’s premier quick, is nearly twice as bad. Hulk Smashed until his brain works properly and he can continuously hulk smash batsmen himself!
James Anderson
The wee man has done me proud this summer. Good consistent bowling, excellent fielding, and some decent lower order batting to boot. This is the first time in years that I actually don’t want to hurt him, which is nice. Cuddles all round.
Monty Panesar
SMASH! Fuck off Monty until you learn to bowl an arm ball or a doosra. Not good enough and India will dismantle him again this winter, followed by ‘Straya spanking his arse all next summer. I will be a little easy on him, in that The England don’t have a specialist spin bowling coach, so he pretty much has to do it on his own. All I want from you is some effort, as The Broken Family Band once sang. Learn to bowl another delivery, keep trying to learn to bat, and get a little confidence man, you’re a Sikh Warrior, recall your ancestors triumphs, bring forth the rage your fellow Sikhs felt after Operation Blue Star. Something, anything, you fucking boring twat!
Check back soon for a six word review of both sides!
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: AB De Villiers, Alastair Cook, Andrew Strauss, Ashwell Prince, Dale Steyn, England, Greame Smith, hashim Amla, Ian Bell, Jacques Kallis, james anderson, Kevin Pieterson, Makhaya Ntini, Mark Boucher, Michael Vaughan, Monty Panesar, Morne Morkel, Neil Mackenzie, paul collingwood, Paul Harris, Ryan Sidebottom, South Africa, stuart broad, Tim Ambrose
As a hardhitting journalist, with a vast array of cricket knowledge, I’ve decided to do a real piece of hardhitting journalism.
By hardhitting journalism, I mean, me talking shit about a weird dream I had the other night. It basically involved a cricketer of some repute following me around for eternity, performing his best shot, everytime I needed a pick me up. So I shall expand on that weird night, and add what I would have all of the The England and South African team doing if each of them had to stick by my side.
1 Alastair Cook
This young buck will apply eyeliner to me or my friends whenever required. He’s obviously very adept at this. See here for more.
2 Andrew Strauss
He will wear a biggles outfit during the day, with the flappy scarf and things, entertaining my republican army. When required posh lad will dress up in full evening suit, and smoke cigarettes through an antique cigarette holder, whilst supplying me with the finest brandies, wines and champagnes. It will be a suave double team, and a bally good show.
3 Michael Vaughan (capt)
Mr Vaughan is bound for life to perform a classy cover drive when I need him to, and to miss a straight one when I need a laugh. Good times.
4 Kevin Pietersen
KP is required to watch while I make love to his wife for all of eternity. See Morne Morkel’s details for added extras to this scenario. Strauss will also be in the corner, pouring my drinks and keeping me in cigarettes for the night!
5 Ian Bell
This little fuckstick is to throw roses at my feet until the end of time. Just like those lovely ladies in Coming to America.
6 Paul Collingwood
Is to forever follow me, as leader of Suave’s ageing ginger all-rounder army. He will protect me from abybody silly enough to attack our beloved and benevolent Suave leader.
7 Tim Ambrose (wk)
Wanky wicky is to stay behind me at all times in case I drop anything. I lose on average about £30 a month, dropping money out of my pockets. Little wanky wicky will stop all that, and give ole Suave another lunchtime on the pop a month. Well done that boy.
8 Stuart Broad
Young broadywoady pudding and pie, is to spend the rest of his days making sure Suave’s hair is in a perfectly coiffured state. This bucl already spends so much time on his own hair, I’m sure he’ll service mine beautifully.
9 Ryan Sidebottom
Mr Sidebottom will accompany Suave to every gig he goes to in futues, and will supply the hair when I cut mine off. Whenever I cut my hair short, the thing I hate most about gigs, is not being able to shake the hair. Ryan will provide this service.
10 Monty Panesar
Any and every time Suave performs something of note, of excellence (as you can imagine this would be an extremely busy job for the montster), he will high five me in his inimitable way. Wahey Monty!
11 James Anderson
Will be permanently by my side, until I’ve learnt what makes him the quick, snplayable bastard he can be. Once I’ve learnt that, I will train him to do that EVERY time he plays.
1 Graeme Smith (capt)
Bear like left hander, will spend time immortal licking the shit off my shoe, every time I inadvertently tread in some bastard dogs do doo.
2 Neil McKenzie
Old mentalist is to be by my side to ensure that my madness pales in to insignificance next to his, the crazy arsed fucker. I have a reasonably small version of OCD. So Mackenzie would make me look normal.
3 Hashim Amla
Amla is to join me on every flight with a budget airline I ever take from now on. He will sit by the window, I will sit on the aisle seat, guarenteeing that no fat, smelly people sit in the middle, and I can stretch out to my hearts content, or until people stop worrying that bearded muslims are going to blow up any and every motherfucking that moves.
4 Jacques Kallis
This boring twat is to break down an innnings of his, every time I suffer from insomnia, so that Suave can keep his beauty sleep to the necessary 8 hours. Instant karma, Suave is still beautiful. I win.
5 Ashwell Prince
Ashwell is to do a similar job to JK but for afternoon naps. He will come out to bat, and instantly send me into a lovely deep afternoon snooze.
6 AB de Villiers
Vehement letter C denier, will be my golf partner, if I ever take up the stupid, boring, fucking aimless game. As a scratch golfer, he’ll be able to cover up my inadequecies and ensure that Suave still looks Suave in plus fours.
7 Mark Boucher (wk)
This wicket keeper is to stand behind any of my annoying colleagues constantly chirping in their ears, whenever the fuckers start telling me about their love of computer games, porn or cars. Boucher will chirp away at them, telling them what useless lives they have, and that they should remove their gene pool from society.
8 Morne Morkel
Supervillain is required to laugh maniacally whenever I get the rage, and anything Evil is about to happen. Which as most of you lot have realised, is quite regularly. Get that larynx working you big fucker!
9 Paul Harris
It’s getting a struggle now, fuck me. Paul Harris appears to have no talents at all, so I’m going to stick him behind my private bar, to serve me drinks for the rest of time. Most of my local pubs now have saffers behind the ramp, and they work hard, so that’s it for this left arm tweaker.
10 Dale Steyn
To bowl fiery full, swinging deliveries into the legs of anyone getting in my way whilst walking. Suave is a very quick walker, and hates slow people getting in his way. Utilising his pace, will clear the way for me to get where i’m going in good time
11 Makhaya Ntini.
What can I get the convicted rapist to do, for ole suavey wauvey? I don’t need any rape in my life thank you very much. As Ntini likes to run from the ground to his hotel after tests, I will use him in emergency traffic situations, if I happen to get stuck in traffic anywhere, Ntini is to turn up and piggy back me to my destination.
I’m spent now, business hours are over! It’s business, it’s business time!
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: Aaron Redmond, Alastair Cook, Andrew Strauss, Brendan McCullum, Cricket, Daniel Flynn, Daniel Vettori, England, Ian Bell, Ian O'Brien, Jacob Oram, james anderson, James Marshall, Jamie How, Kevin Pietersen, Kyle Mills, Michael Vaughan, Monty Panesar, New Zealand, paul collingwood, Ross Taylor, Ryan Sidebottom, Six Word Reviews, stuart broad, The England, Tim Ambrose
Being a dictator of your own republic, I get to make the rulez.
Six word reviews, for everyone that played more than two tests in the series. I can’t be bothered with all these shit heads that played one test.
The England
Alastair Cook: Stupid eyeliner wearing dickhead, fucking rubbish.
Andrew Strauss: Wants to play NZ every week!
Michael Vaughan: Looks great at getting himself out
Kevin Pietersen: Scratches around until last game again!
Ian bell: fucking ginger twat. Suave HULK SMASH!
Paul Collingwood: Time to be put to pasture?
Tim Ambrose: good with gloves, rubbish with bat
Stuart Broad: Too many pies, bats lovely though..
Ryan Sidebottom: Not great, but averaged 20. Bizarre.
Jimmy Anderson: Good, shit, good. Superb in Nottingham
Monty Panesar: One-spell series, superb oop north.
The Old Zealand
Aaron Redmond: Dear lord, this lad is SHIT!
Jamie How: Solid, dependable, not really that good.
Brendan McCullum: Not three, too mental for that.
Ross Taylor: Looks a lovely player. CALM DOWN!
Daniel Flynn: not bad, suspect to short ball.
Jacob Oram: Miserly with ball, 231 runs, somehow
Daniel Vettori: smacked around as skipper, bowled alright
Kyle Mills: good no 8 batsman, bowling rubbish.
Ian O’Brien: Scares small children, he’s that ugly.
Chris Martin: Bowled cack, Batting is really cack
James Marshall: Shitter than his brother. Super shit?
Filed under: Cricket | Tags: 20-20, 20/20, Chris Tremlett, Cricket, Fat Head, fatheadflattrackbully, Greame Smith, IPL, james anderson, jimmy anderson, Mark Ramprakash, Matthew Hayden, Matthew Hoggard, Monty Panesar, orphan eating bear like fuckhead, Steve Harmison, stuart broad
IPL.. Fucking hurry up and get to the semi-final stage. I’m fucked off with watching stupid Kallis and Dravid pretend they aren’t ancient.
Matthew Hayden. This goes without saying.
Greame Smith. For wanting to be Hayden.
Steve Harmison. For breaking Hoggy’s thumb.
Chris Tremlett. For looking like he should kill people, but being a meek and mild twat.
Jimmy Anderson. For being a useless twat for four balls an over, and looking great the other two.
Stuart Broad. For believing his own hype.
Monty Panesar. For being a starfish.
The England Selectors. For not picking Adil Rashid.
The England Middle Order. For not scoring any runs, and looking far too comfortable.
Mark Ramprakash. Fucking hurry up and score that century, so we can all move on. Please!!


