The Secret Diary of Donald J Trump, aged 7i ¾
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Firetruckery of the Day
It’s the ultimate firetruckery for every one of us, and most of us will be lucky not to have to face it for a long time yet, but it came this morning for the most important man in West Indies cricket history who never raised his bat or sent down an over. What the now late Tony Cozier sent down, instead, were millions of words, every one of them up in the block hole, about our cricket. West Indies cricket would be in a good place now, had we listened to TC, instead of the hordes of pompous idiots gallerying themselves in their jackets-and-ties but revealing themselves in their press releases. Was there ever an entity run with less care for its main players than West Indies cricket? Oh, yes: every sugar plantation under the sun, from the mid-17th Century, come forward. The also late Lloyd Best, the man most right about everything connected to Trinidad and the West Indies, called his writing “our greatest resource”. Would that we had not squandered it. If you wanted living proof – now dead – of West Indian incompetence, consider that English and other world papers valued him more than we did. It’s sad to lose anyone. To lose a great man is greatly sad. Take care, TC, and save a seat near the scoreboard for me. In the English press section.