By way of an introduction; Hello, my name is Daniel and I’m a 23 year old cricket obsessive.
I grew up watching cricket as a youngster, but I think the moment I was bitten by the proverbial bug was during THAT Chappell-Hadlee in 2007 when the Black Caps successfully chased consecutive scores of 300-plus.
My allegiances change like the weather. I support New Zealand due to a convoluted mixture of patriotism and a will to see the underdog triumph. However, the idea of dominance fascinates me as well, and as such, I often find myself cheering on our better, faster, stronger cousins from across the Tasman – especially when it comes to the battle for the blessed urn.
My career as a cricketer lasted all of one season for the under-15 B’s and my greatest cricketing achievements to date include a glorious straight drive over the bowler’s head and onto the roof of the library at school and cleaning out one of the Canterbury Magicians first ball in a casual back yard game. As a spectator, I am however, prolific. I have sacrificed more good nights' sleep than I (and my wife, I’m sure) care to count, all in the name of leather and willow. My playing fortunes are on the up and up though, it must be said. I’ve taken to bowling leg spin in the nets to one of my fellow cricketing devotees, something I seem to have a bit of a knack for.
And thus, my first post comes to an end.
I grew up watching cricket as a youngster, but I think the moment I was bitten by the proverbial bug was during THAT Chappell-Hadlee in 2007 when the Black Caps successfully chased consecutive scores of 300-plus.
My allegiances change like the weather. I support New Zealand due to a convoluted mixture of patriotism and a will to see the underdog triumph. However, the idea of dominance fascinates me as well, and as such, I often find myself cheering on our better, faster, stronger cousins from across the Tasman – especially when it comes to the battle for the blessed urn.
My career as a cricketer lasted all of one season for the under-15 B’s and my greatest cricketing achievements to date include a glorious straight drive over the bowler’s head and onto the roof of the library at school and cleaning out one of the Canterbury Magicians first ball in a casual back yard game. As a spectator, I am however, prolific. I have sacrificed more good nights' sleep than I (and my wife, I’m sure) care to count, all in the name of leather and willow. My playing fortunes are on the up and up though, it must be said. I’ve taken to bowling leg spin in the nets to one of my fellow cricketing devotees, something I seem to have a bit of a knack for.
And thus, my first post comes to an end.
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