Guesty98
Club Captain
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2014
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- Australia
Hello all, I'm only new and thought that with the gap of the patch of DBC14 and the first career story coming out I thought I try and get a little experience and hopefully start the activity of this section of the forum that can return in to it's former glory days. I am an Australian so my knowledge off all things England will not be that good nor am I the best DBC14 player going around, but I hope that with my playing skills (which are low), my storyline, and writing ability that I will be able to provide you all with a story that might last the next 2 or 3 weeks. I would appreciate any feedbacks and suggestions for improvements. Enjoy the read.
The Revival of English cricket
Chapter 1
Flying
"Qantas Flight 1 to Dubai is calling Mr Kevin Pitersen. Mr Pietersen would you please make your way to gate 5 immediately, your plane is ready for an immediate departure? Bloody hell these Australian?s, I thought, I bloody hate them. I dropped my half eaten chocolate chip cookie and quickly stashed my Piers Morgan book in my bag, before I sprinted the 18 ? metres I needed to sprint in order to get to gate 5. As I approached the gate, I scrounged around my left pocket for my ticket, before I handed it to a waiting air hostess, who?s smile was worse than Jonny Bairstow?s keeping skills. She scanned my ticket, and said,
?Enjoy your flight Mr Pietersen.? And handed my scanned ticket back, I grimaced smile as I took the ticket and walked on down the aero gate onto the place and into my first class seat. As soon as I was buckled up the plane started moving,
?Please pay attention to the important safety video about to be played? I looked to my left and I could just see the flight attendant who?d said the following message put the phone down. I gazed towards my screen, a picture of Michael Clarke and 3 of his team mates came on screen and they started talking about plane safety. Gonna be a long flight I thought.
A whole day later my QANTAS plane touched down at Heathrow, I was home, at last, no more cricket, for a while at least. I hopped off the plane and grabbed my bags from the luggage carousel. Thankfully Matt Prior had told the media I would be coming in on an Emirates plane, so there was no waiting, idiotic journalists for me, though a few people recognised my face and asked for a quick photo, or autograph. It was quick and within ten minutes I was catching a cab home. The taxi driver was an Indian and was a keen cricket follower, but I had a beanie and shades on, and I tried my best to rediscover my old South African accent as we talked about India?s prospects at the upcoming ICC 20/20 World Cup. Eventually the conversation died down and my house wasn?t too far from the airport, and quicker then I hoped I?d found myself alone, at home, with not a single Australian in sight.
My wife, Jessica, had taken our son, Dylan down to Wales for a little holiday before seeing Dad again, Jess had realised that having a 4 year old around after a long, stressful tour mightn?t be the best thing, so she had taken herself and Dylan down, giving me some time and space, for which I was thankful. I?d dropped my bags off in the lounge room and checked the phone for messages. There were only 2, one from Jess? parents and one from Ashley Giles, wait, Ash, what?s he doing calling me? Doesn?t he have my mobile number? I hit play?
The Revival of English cricket
Chapter 1
Flying
"Qantas Flight 1 to Dubai is calling Mr Kevin Pitersen. Mr Pietersen would you please make your way to gate 5 immediately, your plane is ready for an immediate departure? Bloody hell these Australian?s, I thought, I bloody hate them. I dropped my half eaten chocolate chip cookie and quickly stashed my Piers Morgan book in my bag, before I sprinted the 18 ? metres I needed to sprint in order to get to gate 5. As I approached the gate, I scrounged around my left pocket for my ticket, before I handed it to a waiting air hostess, who?s smile was worse than Jonny Bairstow?s keeping skills. She scanned my ticket, and said,
?Enjoy your flight Mr Pietersen.? And handed my scanned ticket back, I grimaced smile as I took the ticket and walked on down the aero gate onto the place and into my first class seat. As soon as I was buckled up the plane started moving,
?Please pay attention to the important safety video about to be played? I looked to my left and I could just see the flight attendant who?d said the following message put the phone down. I gazed towards my screen, a picture of Michael Clarke and 3 of his team mates came on screen and they started talking about plane safety. Gonna be a long flight I thought.
A whole day later my QANTAS plane touched down at Heathrow, I was home, at last, no more cricket, for a while at least. I hopped off the plane and grabbed my bags from the luggage carousel. Thankfully Matt Prior had told the media I would be coming in on an Emirates plane, so there was no waiting, idiotic journalists for me, though a few people recognised my face and asked for a quick photo, or autograph. It was quick and within ten minutes I was catching a cab home. The taxi driver was an Indian and was a keen cricket follower, but I had a beanie and shades on, and I tried my best to rediscover my old South African accent as we talked about India?s prospects at the upcoming ICC 20/20 World Cup. Eventually the conversation died down and my house wasn?t too far from the airport, and quicker then I hoped I?d found myself alone, at home, with not a single Australian in sight.
My wife, Jessica, had taken our son, Dylan down to Wales for a little holiday before seeing Dad again, Jess had realised that having a 4 year old around after a long, stressful tour mightn?t be the best thing, so she had taken herself and Dylan down, giving me some time and space, for which I was thankful. I?d dropped my bags off in the lounge room and checked the phone for messages. There were only 2, one from Jess? parents and one from Ashley Giles, wait, Ash, what?s he doing calling me? Doesn?t he have my mobile number? I hit play?
