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c'mon engerland

extract off this week's email from the la pack du grande bretagne aptly sums up how we all felt about yesterday's roller-coaster of a game:

Is this the way to win the Ashes?
(To the tune of ‘Amarillo’)

When the day is dawning,
On a sunny Thursday morning,
How we long to be there,
With the Army drinking a beer there,
Every run and wicket, on every single day,
We want to see the cricket, and the Ashes here to stay

Is this the way to win the Ashes,
Vaughany strokes and Freddy smashes,
Dreaming dreams of winning the Ashes,
And sending convicts home again.
Show me the way to win the Ashes
Gilo's guile gets blades a-flashing
Thorpey bagging loads of catches
To send the convicts home again

Tresco and Straussy starting,
Leaving McGrath and Dizzy smarting,
Then the Brett Lee no-balls,
Bringing even more four balls,
Then they bring on Warnie,
He goes the distance too,
Flying over Langer,
But he's only five foot two...

Is this the way to win the Ashes,
Vaughany strokes and Freddy smashes,
Dreaming dreams of winning the Ashes,
And sending convicts home again.
Show me the way to win the Ashes
Gilo's guile gets blades a-flashing
Thorpey bagging loads of catches
To send the convicts home again

Sha la la lala lalala...