innes
Club Cricketer
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- Sep 23, 2007
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I spoke to myself on the way back to the hut, telling myself I made the correct decision, Pietersen playing and all. I reached our room, took a sigh, and walked in.
The atmosphere was intense. The whole team turned their heads, and stared at me. Even Panesar gave me a dirty look.
I ruffled my hair and made my way over to my kit. Kev's was next to me, but he was no where to be seen. I didnt ask the team, it was likely I was going to get some smart arse reply.
I thought of who could replace him, Bopara? Shah? Mascarehnas?
But I knew there was no replacement for my Kev.
Moores came up to me, and whispered in my ear,
"What the hell are you thinking?!"
I gave him the evils, and pulled out my England cap. I looked around the dressing room. Benning, Solanki and Carberry looked anxious, in fact, Benning was shaking with nerves.
Belly was pacing around the dressing room. Suddenly, the teams excitement had vanished, or rather my stupid decisions took it away.
Flintoff and Prior were whispering things to each other, then looking up at me.
Harmy and Anderson were talking about what to bowl, but Monty was stood, looking out onto the pitch. It was then when he spoke.
"Come on lads, Gangas out there and ready to go."
I sighed, and just as I was grabbing my hat, I found a picture, a picture from Kev.
I bit my lip, ran down the stairs, and out onto the pitch.
The Barmy Army were singing, the West Indie fans were playing reggae, and the sun shone down onto us. It was definitly time, but where was Kev..?
The atmosphere was intense. The whole team turned their heads, and stared at me. Even Panesar gave me a dirty look.
I ruffled my hair and made my way over to my kit. Kev's was next to me, but he was no where to be seen. I didnt ask the team, it was likely I was going to get some smart arse reply.
I thought of who could replace him, Bopara? Shah? Mascarehnas?
But I knew there was no replacement for my Kev.
Moores came up to me, and whispered in my ear,
"What the hell are you thinking?!"
I gave him the evils, and pulled out my England cap. I looked around the dressing room. Benning, Solanki and Carberry looked anxious, in fact, Benning was shaking with nerves.
Belly was pacing around the dressing room. Suddenly, the teams excitement had vanished, or rather my stupid decisions took it away.
Flintoff and Prior were whispering things to each other, then looking up at me.
Harmy and Anderson were talking about what to bowl, but Monty was stood, looking out onto the pitch. It was then when he spoke.
"Come on lads, Gangas out there and ready to go."
I sighed, and just as I was grabbing my hat, I found a picture, a picture from Kev.

I bit my lip, ran down the stairs, and out onto the pitch.
The Barmy Army were singing, the West Indie fans were playing reggae, and the sun shone down onto us. It was definitly time, but where was Kev..?
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