Ashes to Ashes

20 years ago in 1989, I lay upstairs in bed asleep whilst Australia regained the Ashes, winning the Fourth Test at Old Trafford. The reason for my convalescence that afternoon was that I was working for British Telecom at the time, on the night shift for their communications computer department (as part of a work placement at college that summer).

20 years later, on another warm August afternoon, I lay on that same bed, as it seemed to be the only sensible place to be, having sat in the sun for the last four days at another cricket match (between Essex and Surrey at Castle Park). What with all that was going on at The Oval in the Fifth Test, to have walked away from the radio this afternoon would have been hazardous, especially if I'd missed anything.

So I lay there, whilst Strauss, Broad, Swann, Flintoff and Co. finally saw off the battling Australians to win the Ashes in a highly charged atmosphere. A small note might be made here, amongst the euphoria of English victory, for the very well behaved Australian contingent of fans throughout the summer - four years ago in 2005 the Aussies thought to bring over their own answer to England's "Barmy Army" which was raucous and just a little annoying - this year however their band of travelling faithful were very well behaved, appreciative and supportive of their team, and a credit to their country. I'm only sorry for them that they came all this way to end in defeat.

But going back to that day in August 1989 brought back some poignant memories (see also Batman blog), and overlooking other Ashes series wins since then, such as the miracle of 2005, this Sunday afternoon was a conclusive case of what goes around also comes around.


"When we were bad we were very very bad, when we were good we were good enough."
- Andrew Strauss, England captain.