In which Your Humble Blogger isn't sure if it still counts as pathetic Anglophilia, if it's mostly coming from South Asia.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't watch the matches on video anyway, so that's all right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that the waterlogged outfield will dry a bit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger had never thought about it before, being kinda Anglo-centric and all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is could also write a whole note about the tragic waste of Liz Shaw, but it would just be a global replace for Martha Jones (or Yaz).
In Which Your Humble Blogger's Tohu Bohu has also become something Gentle Readers used to enjoy probably more than once.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can actually do a pretty good impression of Geoff Boycott, if it comes to that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't actually write about the subject of the conversation, which frankly is only moderately interesting, even to YHB
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes an article written by somebody else.