| 3:05am Sister and I have just sung the national anthem. This is funny because neither of us can carry a tune in a bucket. We almost make up for it by being extremely exuberant. 3:24am I hope mum and dad let me take the day off school. Ill start whining about my knee. That should do it. - Is it just me, or does Lou spend most of his time scraping himself off the ground? - There�s a batsman named Sarwen. Sounds to my 3:35am addled brain like Saruman. You got a ring? Want one? Married? Cellphone? Hello? Is anyone listening? (Sister just said she would slap me so hard my ears would ring if I didn�t stop being such a moron.) 3:57am I think the time Louie doesn�t spend scraping himself off the ground he spends talking. We can still hear him back home. Still very encouraging. - Okay. Now for once we are feeling serious. You Cannot Fuck This Up. Do not even think about it. Just bowl them the hell out!! - And Saint Clair fumbles. Bugger. 4:15am Magic man Vettori strikes again. YES!!! Sister wants you to give him a hug from her. 4:24am Awesome Oram!!! Yeah, the adrenaline is pumping. And we�re only on the couch!! (Well, sofa bed.) - You know, Cairns� vastly wayward over could have cost you the game. I�m glad it didn�t because he needed that over in more ways than one. 4:44am Andre has just blown out the last off stump. And it was brilliant. Hahaha, I�ve used two words a lot tonight, bugger and brilliant. I�m glad the brilliant came out on top. You know Stephen, in less than two hours I will be forced to wake, go to school and try to learn (learn� at school? In the words of Tui, �YEAH RIGHT.�) But I don�t care; it is worth it to see you guys win, and I am SO proud to watch you captain New Zealand. Sister has read this and says its �not so mean, but still hideously written� she likes it though. Even though its not as mean, a sense of humour would still be helpful. (Especially concerning your sunnies.) Sister and I have only one more thing to say: YOU ARE OUR HERO STEPHEN, AND YOU ARE THA MAN!! Good Luck, Stephen Fleming. Yours in cricket, Puppet. (Letter finished 5:06am. Game over.) |