I can hope

Glastonbury was all over the BBC this weekend and I enjoyed dipping in and out of radio and TV coverage when I was able.  I really enjoyed Alanis Morisette who was surprisingly good and Self Esteem is a talented lady.  Loyle Carner was pretty good too, he’s a decent song writer but it’s getting a bit ‘samey’ for me nowadays.  Neil Young was okay, I like the music but his voice grates a bit. I enjoyed Goat and the Prodigy on Sunday night made me wish I was there, especially when I had a text from a family member who was in the crowd.  Festival evenings can be truly magical, moved to emotional exhileration by a great performance and going on through the night, trying to keep the high going until exhaustion puts the brakes on.

But before festival nights come festival days which involve walking miles, often in extremes of weather whilst being bombarded from all sides by distractions designed to lift the cash from your wallet.  My first festival was the ‘Monsters of Rock’ in 1984 and in the forty years since festival comfort has improved beyond belief but comfort comes at a cost.  Festival commercialism slowly crept up on us and these events once a celebration of counter culture were kidnapped by the Establishment years before I stopped attending regularly and none more so than Glastonbury.

As much as I enjoy the coverage it was hard not to notice how much the BBC loves to sell “Glasto” to us.  Over excited presenters spew enthusiasm about how great is to be there but they aren’t really there are they?  They are not sleeping in a tent that turns into a sauna after 10 am.  They are not sharing toilets with two hundred thousand people.  They are not walking several miles every day whilst fuelling their bodies with shit food at rip off prices.  But all of this can be worth it if the right act nails their set and sparks you off on a mad festival night time journey of adventure, I hope I have more of those in my future.

Controversy, shock horror!  It started with a band called Kneecap from NI who I’d not heard of until it all kicked off.  These lads obviously court controversy and all the free publicity will do them wonders.  We’ve seen it all before; Sex Pistols, Ozzy Osbourne, The Beastie Boys, Eminem and so on. The twat PM couldn’t keep out of it and the BBC were too scared to screen them but other bands didn’t waste the opportunity to speak out about Palestine.  Bob Vylan is a band I’m well aware of and I like them; aggressive, outspoken and intelligent.  The first Glastonbury speech is included below, make your own mind up.  Later in the set they chant “Death, death to the IDF” which goes up a whole notch but the overall message only reflects what a hell of a lot of ordinary people are thinking.

I’m not shocked or offended by what Bob Vylan did and said, I applaud them.  I am disgusted by the reaction.  I’m disgusted that people from any walk of life can show more outrage at a speech and a chant than they do the murder of children.  What is happening is what was once called “ethnic cleansing” but our leaders are cowards who want us to look the other way and anyone who demonstrates against it will be punished.  This offends me, makes me fucking furious.  The media has the gall to call this anti Semitism, it absolutely is not fuck off.  At times like this I’m reminded that most people are idiots, they haven’t worked out that politicians don’t really have their best interests at heart and they still believe their newspapers tell them the truth.  There is a large chunk of the population that believes this shit and this deliberate, state sponsored misinformation will have an effect.  As my kids would say; “What the actual fuck?”

Their generation are not so easily fooled, they don’t get their information from the traditional sources and move comfortably through this digital world while I am happily allowing it to drift beyond my comprehension.  My kids have studied the media and understand how it works far better than I did at the same age and with new technology they have already left us miles behind.  I can only hope their generation will not succumb to the herd mentality and they hold the right people to account for the crimes of the first quarter of this century.  Well I can hope.

First Test vs India

 England won toss and fielded which seemed questionable at the time and ridiculous by tea.  Two young Indian batsmen made excellent centuries but would they have survived Jimmy Anderson with the new ball?  With Woakes having a rare average day, apart from the captain our bowlers seemed toothless, lacking in skill and guile, which is concerning.

Day two - Are England back in the game?  They’d argue they were never out of it.  Josh Tongue inspired an Indian collapse of 7-41 but they still set an imposing target of 471.  Crawley was out early but England had a comfortable day with the bat and Pope silenced the likes of MVP with a ton.
I don’t dislike Michael Vaughan really but since entering the media he’s made a habit of talking bollocks.  His latest nugget being “Jasprit Bumrah is the best pace bowler of all time.”  Bumrah is without doubt an excellent cricketer but come on Vaughan, surely one attribute of a great fast bowler is the fitness and strength to play all five matches in a series if necessary?  Of the modern bowlers I think Rabada is the best but this could be bias because he reminds me of Malcolm Marshall who is the greatest I’ve seen.

Anyway, following this England continued to build a competitive total led by 99 from Brook and contributions from the tail got us within six of India’s total but I couldn’t help thinking with a bit of thought it could have been more.  India batted again and accumulated runs while England nabbed a couple of wickets
Day four saw excellent batting from Rahul and Pant who hit his second ton of the match and it looked like the game was swinging decisively towards India but after the centurions were out they collapsed again, 7 for 79 this time with Tongue picking up more wickets.  England survived until the end and had a target of 350 to chase on the fifth day.  This would have seemed impossible only a few years ago but not now, ridiculous as it seems I expect them to do it.
The fifth and final day, England’s openers set the perfect platform, Duckett was brilliant and England strolled to a five wicket win with Root unbeaten on 50+ at the end.

This isn’t even surprising any more, playing at home England have always been difficult to beat (since the nineties at least) but Stokes’ England only lose when they fuck it up for themselves.  At times we were only just hanging on in this match so to go out and win comfortably at the end is an awesome performance.  On this form England is without doubt the best test team in the world.  How will India go from here?  On the whole they played a decent match apart from collapses and dropped catches, maybe that was the difference between the teams?  I wonder how failing to defend 371 will affect the mind set for the rest of the series, this series may not be close, dare I say 5-0?

Boxing and stuff

 I mentioned here recently that I’ve been an armchair boxing fan for years, how could you not be if you grew up in the seventies?  Ali, Frazier, Foreman, Holmes, Norton, Shavers and other heavyweights of that decade would be at the top in any era.  I watched their fights, usually highlights on ITV on a Saturday lunch time, sharing the adults enthusiasm if not their understanding.   As I got older I stayed up all night to watch the likes of Hearns, Duran, Leonard and the best of all Marvin Hagler.  Those two periods have never been bettered in my opinion but I’ve followed boxing ever since though mostly the careers of the best British fighters and we’ve had a few; Bruno, Eubank, Benn, Watson, Lewis, Hamed, Calzaghe, Froch and I’m sure more names will pop up when I’m finished. To be fair, I suppose I only really get interested in the big fights and don’t know a great deal about fighters on a more local level.  I can’t be much arsed about streaming and all that shit, I’ve never made any attempt to understand it so nowadays I mostly listen to a radio commentary then get the highlights on YouTube not long after.  Despite an almost lifelong interest I’d never, ever attended a live boxing event, until last week.

Our local lad Fabio Wardley had an inauspicious route through boxing but every time he’s been tested against a higher level fighter he’s come through, culminating in becoming British champion.  I mean, British heavyweight champion, from Ipswich?  That’s just fucking mental.  Now he’s fighting on the fringes of world championship level and with his ability to take hard punches and shake them off, along with an impressive knockout ratio, who knows?  Anyway, he ended up headlining an open air event at Portman road football stadium in front of twenty thousand people and it was too convenient to miss.

So along with family and friends we got the cheapest tickets in the house and turned up to find that although they were cramped and uncomfortable the view was actually pretty bloody good.  The weather was horrible so the people who had paid £300+ for the best seats beneath us were getting rained on which amused us at the time.  There were loads of fights on the undercard and I can’t remember how many we watched and right now I’m struggling to recall any names but all were entertaining.  There was some clever boxing and also a couple of impressive knockouts.  Another local lad won on points as did an Olympian from Colchester making his pro debut.  We saw ring walks, heard the announcer with the booming voice and they still have a scantily clad woman with a number on a board strutting around the ring between rounds.  Happily there were no annoying delays between fights and the night passed quickly, fight after fight, before we knew it the main event approached.  I’m sick to death of “Sweet Caroline” and sneer at most of the cheesy tunes they play to buzz the crowd up but I was amused by the way people under the influence cannot help but react to this stuff.

So the main event, after the ring walks (yawn, seen one you’ve seen them all) two unbeaten heavyweights faced each other across the ring.  The opponent from Australia was Justis Huni, a man with top amateur pedigree and a slick reputation, a real live opponent as opposed to someone expected to fall.  For the first three rounds it was pretty tight with Fabio looking most likely but from then on Huni took over and if we’re honest, gave our man a total boxing lesson.  Why wasn’t Fabio closing the gap?  Why wasn’t he letting his hands go?  After the ninth round I turned to number one son and said ‘he needs a knockout to win’ and he agreed.  Then in the tenth round Fabio landed a perfectly timed right hand bang on the chin and the fight was over.  A spontaneous roar erupted and we looked at each other with jaws hung open, wow!!  That one punch saved our man and sent us all home happy and will be talked about by boxing fans for years to come and not just in Suffolk. 

There was some bleating about the fight being stopped prematurely but having watched numerous replays Huni was staggering backwards from the ref, he would never have lasted the round.  However in defeat he impressed everyone and having been booed into the ring he was cheered out.  And Fabio, how far can he go?  As a boxer he’s not in the same league as Usyk but who is?  And with that granite chin and one punch power he’s got an outside chance against anybody.  Who knows if boxing will ever come back to Suffolk in such a way but if it does I’ll probably go along again.  I might even be tempted to travel a bit further.

But even after all that, Test match cricket is still my favourite sport and this week we had the spectacle of the ICC world test championship from Lords. I must confess I was happy to see the geriatric Aussie team beaten by the Saffers in a close, entertaining match.  It’s fair to say ball dominated bat over the three and a bit days, both teams have serious attacks but SA have the best in the world in Kagiso Rabada who reminds me a lot of the great Malcolm Marshall.  Fair play to the Saffers but they strolled into the final after a ridiculously easy schedule in which the highest ranked team they beat was Sri Lanka and nobody can tell me they are the best test team in the world despite what just happened at Lords.  In my opinion there are three or four teams that are better and two of them will commence a five test series before the end of the month.

Front page, back page

God I have all this stuff going round in my head but I never find the time to exorcise it!  I mean where the fuck do I start?  Trump is a thousand words of ridicule straight away, this after vowing I would do my best to ignore the lunatic this time around.  Closer to home the country celebrated eighty years since VE day a couple of weeks back and yes of course we should “remember the sacrifices of ordinary people…” but I struggle with the way this sentence usually finishes.  The BBC chose “…the defeat of Fascism in Europe” which conveniently ignores Spain which endured a bloody civil war and brutal aftermath which continued even while the rest of Europe sent its tourists there and this too was conveniently ignored.  Few people mention the Fascism rising across the continent in the present day.

Heading east and arriving in the war zone predicted/defined by Orwell we see and hear media outrage when bombs are dropped in Ukraine but ethnic cleansing in Palestine is erased from history.  We are literally witnessing a genocide in which our own government is complicit and nobody seems to give a fuck.  Is it because to criticise the state of Israel is considered anti Semitic?  It’s the allegation they pinned on Corbyn and they can pin it on me too, fuck Israel and while I’m at it fuck Putin, fuck Trump and fuck that snivelling wanker Starmer.

I Know Why the Caged bird Sings by Maya Angelou
I can’t remember how many times I’ve read this book but I can remember the first time.  I had to study it a lifetime ago and unable to put it off any longer I picked it up with little interest and no enthusiasm.  Before I knew it I was forty pages in and even my ignorance couldn’t blind me to the fact that I was reading something special and over the years I came to realise it was written by someone great.
The first of Maya Angelou’s autobiographies naturally covers her childhood and although she spent time in St. Louis and San Francisco it is Stamps - Arkansas that is imprinted in my mind.  A first hand account of the realities of growing up Black in the deep south of USA in the 1930’s. What Maya Angelou does so well is interpret the scenes through the eyes and understanding of the child that lived through them, as opposed to the adult looking back.
This is a brilliant book, beautifully written that will stir every emotion and if it doesn’t there must be something wrong with you.

Test cricket returned with England giving Zimbabwe a three day thrashing which allowed under pressure batsmen to consolidate their positions and taught us that our reserves of fast bowlers are not as deep as we would hope.  Crawley delayed his inevitable axe but Pope deserves to silence the doubters for a while.  England’s most successful bowler was Shoaib Bashir with nine in the match, for once spin doesn’t seem to be a problem.  We are currently hammering West Indies in an ODI series and Joe Root demonstrated that he is probably the best all format batsman in the world and he looks like he’s getting better.  Adil Rashid collected his 150^th cap and is still class, why did he never play more Tests?  We have some T20 trashathon stuff to come but by the end of the month we’ll be contemplating a proper Test series against an evolving India side which will be a big examination ahead of a trip down under this winter.