The Ashes by Any Means: Lord’s

Ah, Lord’s. The name says it all, you’d think, until you realize it’s simply called after Thomas Lord, the man who founded this most famous of all cricket grounds. Nevertheless, it still evokes all that’s great, or spectacularly wrong, about cricket. Its Victorian pavilion is beautiful, its sporting museum is the oldest in the world, and you can just picture all the posh boys in their spotless whites feeling right at home among the splendour of the Empire. Read More The Ashes by Any Means: Lord’s

The Ashes by Any Means: Trent Bridge

Every two years, my love for cricket deepens just a little more. Two years is a long time to wait, but it’s finally here again: over the course of this summer, England and Australia will meet for a 25-day battle stretched out over several weeks. Most people find the idea of a day-long cricket match ridiculous, but a game devised by the most eccentric race on earth simply has to take it all a step too far. There are several forms of cricket these days, which means some games only last two or three hours, some last one sunny Sunday, and some, called Tests, last whole long weekends of four or five days. The Ashes are the most prestigious Test there is. Back in 1882, Australia won against England and rubbed it in with a newspaper obituary announcing the death of English cricket. Its ashes, most likely a burnt wooden bail that was used in the game, were taken to Australia in a little urn. Way to stretch a metaphor there, and also, seriously? But it turned out to be a good marketing trick if nothing else, and all Tests between England and Australia were referred to as The Ashes from that point. Whoever defeats the holder of the Ashes gets to take a little urn home. Cute. Read More The Ashes by Any Means: Trent Bridge