30 May 1999
World Cup Diary
The Electronic Telegraph
Angus Fraser on a crucial week in the World Cup life of the England
cricket squad
Saturday
All that work, all that effort and, once again, nothing to show for
it. At the end of our heavy defeat by South Africa it was slightly
humiliating, me walking out to bat with so much time left and no
chance of us winning. What do you do? Draw it out or let everyone get
down the pub a bit earlier than expected? Whatever you do it's wrong.
At half-time we genuinely believed we had a chance but today we
weren't up to it. I swapped shirts with my fellow No 7 Shaun Pollock
- all I need now for a complete set is Kenny Dalglish, Kevin Keegan
and George Best. A subdued evening is spent trying to forget today's
game.
Sunday
A bit of a lie-in but don't want to spend all morning in bed as I
want to spend a couple of hours with my children before I set off for
Nottingham. Playing with Alex and Bethan helps take my mind off
yesterday's defeat which still leaves me shaking my head whenever I
think about it. Alex's face drops when I tell him I am going away
again. I am beginning to wonder how much longer I can do this to him.
Predictably the press have come down on us like a ton of bricks
although the FA Cup final and the reported actions of a certain rugby
player seem to be grabbing more of the headlines. My journey to the
hotel is an enjoyable one as I listen to the Australian bowlers
getting a pasting from the Pakistani batsmen.
Monday
Afternoon practice before tomorrow's match against Zimbabwe turns out
to be a bit of a nightmare because of showers and we eventually
abandon the session. In the home dressing room at Trent Bridge there
is a sign on the wall saying 'Control the controllables'. This wasn't
one of them. While waiting we had a team meeting where we quickly
went over Saturday's game and then talked in depth about Zimbabwe.
Feelings towards this lot run a bit deeper than I imagined. I get the
impression there is some unfinished business to be settled tomorrow
on the back of what happened 21/2 years ago. I have kept my place,
which some in the press have been questioning. Come on Gus. Show
them. I also took the opportunity of going into the pavilion Long
Room to look at the honours board. Seeing my name up there does
wonders for my confidence and reminds me that I can actually bowl.
Tuesday
Well, what a pleasant day. We put in a very strong performance,
comfortably beating Zimbabwe by seven wickets. I'd be lying if I said
we weren't slightly apprehensive and nervous going into this match as
our record against them is not good. They have said some pretty
provocative things to the media during the build-up to this game so
it is satisfying for us to be sitting in our dressing room now
thinking they may be rueing their comments. After figures of one for
27 I am looking forward to a couple of beers this evening.
Wednesday
My body feels as though it has been run over by a train as I climb
out of bed. These games are hard, intense affairs and you need a bit
of time to recover for the next one. Morning is spent playing in a
grudge golf match. Myself and Robert Croft are taking on Nasser
Hussain and Bob Cottam, our bowling coach. They were no match for us.
We hammered them 5 and 4. In matches like this gamesmanship is pushed
to the limit. The timing of the odd cough and word of advice means
you have to be a pretty strong character to cope.
My thoughts on arriving at our hotel in Birmingham is that cricket
must be taking off. There are dozens of young girls behind barriers
in the car park. Sadly, they aren't here to catch a glimpse of
Adonis-like creatures like myself and Neil Fairbrother. Boyzone are
staying in our hotel.
The afternoon was spent watching Indian batsmen smash the ball to all
parts of Taunton. They scored 373 and Sachin Tendulkar didn't even
get a look-in. We've got them on Saturday. Should be fun. Well done
Manchester United. All of us, including this Liverpool fan, shout for
them as we watched the European Cup final. A great evening.
Thursday
Practice at Edgbaston this morning where, sadly, the nets weren't
good enough to have a full-on session. I was one of the guinea pigs
sent in first to see what they were like. Twenty minutes of me
picking my stumps up, rubbing my inside thigh and generally failing
to locate the middle of my bat was enough to convince the rest they
only wanted throw-downs. We then did some training - a 5km run being
my gesture. More golf this afternoon at Graeme Hick's benefit
competition. The way I'm striking the ball I'm beginning to wonder
why I didn't take up golf all those years ago. At 33 I'd be
approaching my prime - not the glue factory!
Friday
Robert Croft is chirpy this morning. His side won yesterday's golf
day and he collected a set of golf clubs for his troubles. The other
three must be worn out carrying him around for 18 holes. You can
always tell when a big game is on the horizon as the atmosphere among
us becomes a lot quieter. This weekend is an enormous one for several
teams, including us. The afternoon is spent watching cricket and
writing for The Sunday Telegraph. Not even time to go shopping today.
All say aagh.
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