'Andrew Flintoff adds to England's injury problems by bursting into flames under the Indian sun... England team mates try an age old method to save him'
Blowers: And Malinga comes into bowl. He gathers pace like a frightend Gazelle escaping from a handsome and dashing Lion, almost at the crease now ready to unfurl yet another of his unauthordox right arm missiles, he shapes and oh hold on. A white swan in the distance plays joyfully and unapologetically with it's mate, as the sun beams from the heavens encompassing all those lucky enough to be in this great city. Back to the cricket, and Malinga has had to pull out of his delivery as Sangakarra can no longer keep himself from bursting into fits of laughter at the sight of Malingas action, the batsman merely averts his eyes attempting to remain focussed on the game at hand. In the crowd a young boy drifts off in his fathers beige khaki lap...... etc......
Not sure why I felt I should take that approach to this quote, for some reason I felt like being Blowers
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