Yeah, instead of singing the lyrics to this song, I've been watching the World Cup cricket.
That's what I've been doing.
That's what this one's about.
It's the T20, 20 over World Cup.
If you don't watch cricket, don't worry.
My point is, in this competition, they just try to slog it.
And if you get into the crowd, it's from ball one.
And if you get into the crowd, it's six, six runs.
Anyway, you don't have to love cricket by point being, compared to old nice cricket,
you know, 50 years ago, it's unrecognizable.
It's much more powerful.
The hit is harder, the ambition is greater.
It's a slog, slog, slog.
It's better, it is better.
Or is it just faster, harder?
Back in the days, slower, more gentle.
I can tell you several hundred women who find slower, more gentle, better.
And a couple up north who like it, harder and faster.
What I'm saying is, we need a mixture, don't we need a mixture in this life.
Everything is bang, bang, bang, now instant.
Hard and fast to take me back to a more gentle time.
Take me back to when cricket was Sunday afternoons, cream teas.
Hardly a fucking thing happening.
He was safe in the crowd back then.
I was never one six, let alone two.
Last time I went to a cricket match, I remember I was a kid with my grandad.
Because nothing was happening, you know.
And it was hundreds of yards anyway.
Even if something had happened, we wouldn't have seen it.
He wouldn't have seen a bum nose.
Fuck all was happening.
And my memory of it, you know what?
I don't like it here.
It was pretty fucking dull to be honest.
Everything's so much better now, isn't it?
Do I remember sport back in the A6?
Apart from me and both of them.
Shits, stop moaning.
Stop moaning, love, and enjoy it.
Hard out, faster, longer.
