ICC World Cup Final: Part two – the inevitable
Cricket season in Melbourne is nothing like football season. There’s no tribal rivalry ready to ignite at a sideways glance. No one mouths off on the train or in the city or in pubs the night before the game. There’s no irrational fear that wearing a North Melbourne hoodie is excuse enough to get clobbered.
The World Cup Final - not even close...
The World Cup the organisers didn’t want you to see
It was January last year when my mate Russ asked if I wanted to go to the World Cup final. It sounded like a good idea, if not for the format but for the event.
It’s been years since I’ve been to a one-day game, a rained out disappointment at the Gabba against India.
