Reasons to be cross

An Australian GP driver,
Says what I feel,
"Our lot" - the Aussie cricketers - "lose
But your team is no good

"We hit more tons, we take more wickets,
We lose but the stats are all wrong
Your side is full of South Africans
Ugh," he says.

A week later it makes me cross too.
Besides, there's never been
So much hype; listen to me
Be prepared for a shock

Just because Andrew Strauss and his lucky men
Win a Test series that's not proof
He's an OK captain
Jardine and Hutton laugh in their graves

So his men like him; it hardly matters
More to the point, can he inspire, mix and match
Take a risk? Learn while he plays.
I don't see the evidence

They call him conservative, defensive, unwilling to
Risk defeat; how else to search out victory
He creates nothing, he cannot set a field,
He has no ideas of his own, he's a sheep not a collie,

But where is his rival? They tried the brightest
And rejected his solution
Now his action is called an attempted coup
Rubbish. You can't try to unearth a king 2,000 miles away

At least KP had daring, ideas and plans
Led the team back to India; but frightened
The bosses who went for the safest pair of hands
Now look where we stand

Even a racing driver can see
That England are a shadow
Ready to return to Oz
And another whitewash