AUSTRALIAN XI CAPTAINS IN POST-WAR CRICKET

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 525, 30 November 1928, Page 6

AUSTRALIAN XI CAPTAINS IN POST-WAR CRICKET

coal! You’re big enough to get a job on the wharves. ’Ave a go at that mug bowling! Scott, bowl on that wicket! You two would make a man go home in disgust! “Pommy” Causes a Stir Hey, that beer in the bag’s getting hot. You in the hard-hitter—sit down, or take yer ’at off! Alim a Pommy, ah am, an amh proud of it! Hey. shut the north and south, and sit down! Iley, shy something at him, someone! Give us that squashed orange. I’ll make him sit down! There s plenty of good Pommies! Yah! Shut the trap, and watch the cricket. We didn’t come here to listen to you! Great shot. Pretty, pretty! It’s a four. Mug bowlers! Hit ’em out of the ground! There’s good Pommies—’ere you shut up! Dammit, we want to watch the cricket. Seott’ll get Mead before tea. Xo, he won’t! Beat yuh! Xo, blocked’ it! Three for two ’undred and thirty! They’re only one off us. Mug howlers! Ahm not decrying the Aussies. Ah get ma bread and butter here; but Ahm a Pommy, and proud of it! Gard, shut your face! You’re a. damn nuisance! We wanta see the cricket. How Vic. Trumpor would ’ave given that off stuff of Scott and Xothling an ’ell of an ’iding if he had been there! He’d ’a’been un ’undred now. Xo, two hundred, more like it.

form these tail-enders! Hey, Ttate, take the size fourteen paddles off! You’ll run better! Bat in your socks! YOU—YAH—HOU T! Larwood's gone. Good old Xothling! Nice catch, Scott, you old war horse. We’ll get ’em out yet. Here’s White. Ah, pardon me. Ladylike stroke, sir; ladylike stroke! Knew nothing about it. Come on, Bettington; here’s a rabbit! He can't bat! You skittled him. How rude! Tate, take those beetle-crushers off! ’lt ’im out of the ground. Come on, Bettington; shake it up! Another over before six. "What do we pay our two bob for? Not a bad day! Yes, but if Vic. Trumper and Reg Duff were in against that bowling, well— Last race, Randwick—paper!