It should be obvious by now that Australia’s First XI must
take the first step toward redemption by sacking Michael Clarke and appointing
Kevin Rudd as captain. While he might not be able to match the current leader’s
batting average, it speaks in his favour that he has never been romantically
involved with Lara Bingle – proof that he is at least somewhat more intelligent
than the younger man, who cannot be given out without squandering yet another pointless
appeal to the Third Umpire. If Rudd were to don the baggy green, Fairfax and the
ABC could then report his every rash and ill-considered stroke as examples of
genius. We might (no doubt will) still lose the next Test, but Australians would never have to
endure the ignominy of hearing reports that our best had been bettered yet again by a bunch
of pasty, hollow-chested Poms raised on diets of warm beer, baked beans and boarding school sodomy.
New captain installed, the next remedial effort must concern
Watson, whose propensity for surrendering his wicket to LBWs suggests a
solution first tried in baseball.
Yes, let us replace Watson, and Hughes as well, with proper,
bona fide, low-to-the-ground midgets, whose tiny little pads will prove almost impossible targets.
Indeed, two potential saviours of Australian cricket have
their green-and-gold bags packed and are ready to go.
As with the Rudd cabinet, expect the ABC to announce their inclusion as a further example of the new captain's winning gift for the bold stroke.
