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Have you checked your manhole today? Long Beach Walkway, Sandy Bay. January 2012.

Last week's Top Five involved the bowling line-up of players that I've seen play, so I figure this week's top fivesix should finish the task. Thus, The Top FiveSix Batsmen I've Seen Play Cricket To Be In My Side I Was Picking A Squad To Play A Test Against A Team Of Robots Programmed To Play Cricket Really Very Well! [In Batting Order.]

[Note: this team will be playing to the rules of the mid-1980s, so we're allowed plenty of bouncers. Also, the curator has been told to prepare a tasty wicket, so no flat track rubbish that you see nine out of ten in modern tests...]

  • C.G. Greenidge

  • S.M. Gavaskar

  • S.R. Tendulkar

  • I.V.A. Richards

  • S.R. Waugh (*)

  • A.C. Gilchrist (wk)

    This team is rounded out by Imran Khan, Richard Hadlee, Shane Warne, Malcolm Marshall and Curtley Ambrose.

    Should be tough to beat on all tracks I reckon.

    Just missing the cut were Brian Lara, Mohammad Yousuf, Javed Miandad, Rauol Dravid, Clive Lloyd, Martin Crowe, Saeed Anwar, pRicky Ponting, Matthew Hayden, Damien Martyn, Desmond Haynes with a nod to personal favourites Larry Gomes, Jimmy Adams and Jeremy Coney.

    Keepers under consideration included Ian Healy, Jeff Dujon, Andy Flower, Jack Russell and Richard Soule.
  • Comments

    smudgeon said…
    I made a pizza for Richard Soule about 10 years ago! Whatever happened to that guy?
    Roddy said…
    I thought at first that this was a sun fish that had washed up.
    I can't see this washing away.

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