We’ve got a bit more time today so we can afford to first sharpen, then plunge our knives in freely. Our plate de jour? Well once again it’s none other than ‘Big’ Sir Al Stanford, the Texan ‘saviour of cricket’ who’s done a flit with 8 billion stuffed down his trousers (and let’s face it, they must be quite roomy trews).
It’s only now we can fully appreciate our wise old Gran’s advice about ‘if you’re going to sup with the devil, be sure to use the longest of spoons’.
Fortunately English cricket hasn’t been stung too badly financially and shock horror, even the counties are talking about lobbing back their share of the Stanford pile (no biggy for 50k you might say).
Still, the whole episode reveals we should at least be grateful for small mercies and in this case, we can wave a hearty ta ta to the whole shabby, tacky, sordid Twenny Twenty for Twenny episode, which can finally be put to rest like an unloved, incontinent pet that regularly soils the furniture.
Still that’s not much consolation to the Antiguans who’re looking down the longest of barrels and it’s in their honour we’ve composed this Pimpernel style verse for Sir Al (with apologies to Baroness Orczy).
They seek him here
They seek him there
Those FBI agents seek him everywhere.
Is he in Panama?
Is he in Peru?
He’s made off with your wonga,
And they haven’t a clue.
No comments:
Post a Comment