Sporting Miracles

If you'd told me ten days ago that England's cricketers would have ended up winning the Commonwealth Bank Series I'd have laughed you out of the room but, somehow, thats what we ended up doing. It's small consolation for the Ashes humiliation, but it's always nice to put one over on the Aussies, moreso given the stick we've taken from them over the last few weeks. Let's just hope we continue this onto the World Cup and not do the typical English sporting "thing" of resting on our laurels.

I'll confess to a little bitterness that I was stuck here and not putting into action my half plan of going to the Melbourne final then taking the overnight bus to Sydney for the second. Then again no doubt we'd have got a good hiding if I'd been there.

While that might not quite be a miracle, I feel it's going to take one to preserve Bradford City's league one status. Another defeat yesterday leaves us just 3 points above the drop zone, some teams below us have a game in hand and we are on a shocking run of just three wins in twenty games. Then again when the manager adds to his bizarre selections and substitutions by coming out with pearlers like "you can't try and attack when you are down to ten men" what hope do we have? I must have imagined the numerous cases in football when teams with ten men have fought back to win or draw games. The game a few years back where we fought back from 2-0 to draw 2-2 with Burnley with only nine men must have been a particularly lucid fantasy. Todd stays, City go down, simple as that.

So, after one maybe miracle and one needed miracle there is an actual one, Atlético won a home game. I need a lie down.