Bloody Cricket Again

I don't care about one day games, I really don't. I didn't even know that England won the ODI series last year until after the World Cup final! But I had a quick look this evening and noticed Gilchrist opening. How odd, I thought he had retired, I saw that Haddin was named in the squad. Pop online (thank you wireless broadband), and a quick look at Cricinfo, and yes indeed, it is confirmed that Haddin is playing as well.

What is the point? Two keepers? Voges was 'on standby', why not play him? He can bowl a bit and is more than handy with the bat. Why wouldn't you reward someone who has done well in the Gillette/McDonald's/FAI/Mercantile Mutual/ING/Ford Ranger cup? What did David Hussey do wrong in the 20/20? Cameron White? Any of these can bat at a pace and contribute with the ball. But you go with a second wicketkeeper? It just seems plain stupid. I can see it if you're on an overseas tour with a limited squad, but at home you'd rather a makeshift guy in the field than someone like Hussey, who is making runs hand over fist at domestic level?

It just seems stupid.

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