Just as it looks like he and his team might actually not wipe the floor with the West Indies, he turns his little face skywards, says a little prayer to Freyr the Norse God and the heavens duly open for him.
For a short time it looked like we might get some more play - an innings reduced to 24 overs with a soggy ball, which would probably favour the West Indies batsmen - but Ponting began to chant again, this time to Loki the God of mischief who was hiding behind the stumps (the little minx), and down came the rain again.
Do your thang, Loki
And so Big Chris's thoughts of a redeeming 2 - 3 series victory have been washed away by the sly prayers of the Angry Little Dwarf and the best he can now hope for is a draw.
But he won't get it.
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"But he won't get it."
Even if we have to pester the Aesir for rain in both the next two matches to do it!
I hope we don't have to. It would be very English to pray for a victory by rain and I do not condone it.
Watched some footy today
(Bombers my <3 team played like Pakistan *sigh*) and saw his spot for these women vitamines or what this is? How the heck did they get him to talk that slowly? Valium? And is he seriously trying to tell anyone that he feeds his family vitamine pills from wall paint containers? Ts ts Punter.
Wes, you're a bombers fan? Cats all the way, mate. Even if they are Victorians ...
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