Once described by Len Hutton as "absurd, just like a man trying to knit", women in cricket have not received the recognition they deserve. This blog seeks to rectify that.
I am currently researching a PhD in the history of women's cricket, and as the subject is still in its infancy, that therefore (as far as I am aware) makes me the leading historian of the sport in Britain.
I intend to update the blog regularly while in Australia. Some of it will not be cricket-related so please bear with me, and just read my cricinfo reports if you are uninterested in the other stuff! :-)
So, as you may have gathered from twitter, I have safely arrived Down
Under. My flight landed about 6pm local time on Tuesday evening and I
am now in the centre of Perth with a bit of time on my hands before
the Test starts on Friday (that is now tomorrow. This time zone thing
I have never flown long-haul before and I had heard many horror
stories, but it all went pretty smoothly in the end (aside from
leaving my hoodie at Heathrow security and having to go back for it
later. Should I really be allowed to travel on my own?) Heathrow to
Doha went pretty fast – in fact so fast that I didn't manage to
finish watching 12 Angry Men on the first flight (he'd tantalisingly
convinced 9 of the jury that the bloke was innocent by the time we
The transfer was very smooth, except for the fact that I was very
thirsty so bought some coke and water at the airport, then had to
down it all while queueing for security and was desperate for the loo
by the time I actually boarded the second plane. The other weird
thing was that I had been warned that Doha would be absolutely
boiling (even though it was the middle of the night) but I was
battered by wind and coldness when transferring to the terminal. The
pilot even sounded surprised when announcing local weather conditions
as we landed!
They know how to do duty-free in Doha!
The second flight lasted over 10 hours and really dragged. I tried to
sleep, but it was so uncomfortable, I think I only managed about 3
hours. I watched Blue Jasmine, but missed the end because I fell
asleep. Not sure if the film was terrible or I was just exhausted.
Very surreal landing in Australia and leaving the plane. I just kept
thinking “I AM IN AUSTRALIA. I AM IN AUSTRALIA!” (Actually, I
still keep thinking that.) Plus everyone was talking in the amazingly
wonderful Aussie accent (still not got bored of it, not sure I will
even after a month). The guy at customs sent me into the country with
the advice: “Don't go breaking any hearts!”
That's not really the intention, I'm kind of here to watch some
First view of Perth. The blurriness adds to the effect as far as I'm concerned; I was very jet-lagged.
I caught the shuttle bus into the city, which was a bit scary because
the driver decided to be “helpful” and drop me somewhere I wasn't
expecting, rather than at the usual stop, so I ended up wandering
around Perth for a while at 8.30pm local time (so it was dark),
without having a clue where I was. Then suddenly I recognised one of
the road names from the map I had in my head and managed to find the
hotel. At this point I was regretting the amount I had packed, seeing
as I was carrying it all on my back.
Checked in, unpacked and showered (best shower ever after that
flight!) Then decided I was hungry, so found the local McDonalds
(very authentically Australian) where they were serving fried
macaroni cheese triangles, which proved impossible to resist. Mmmmmm.
Then back to the hotel to collapse into bed. I fell asleep okay, but
woke up at about 4am and couldn't get back to sleep for a couple of
hours. I haven't ever had jet lag like this before – it's not just
exhaustion, it's more a case of each time you take a step forward
your brain takes a while to catch up with your body, so you almost
Yesterday I headed to the WACA on one of the free city buses (FREE
buses - wow!) I got all excited and touristy outside the ground and
took loads of photos, then realised I needed to start acting like a
professional member of the press corps. Ahem. So I went to reception
and collected a press pass, and went round to the nets to watch the
end of the Aussie training session. Got a couple of quotes from Meg
Lanning for my cricinfo preview and saw the air-conditioned press box
where we will be based during the Test (hurrah! No sweaty press tent
for us!) Great view too. Lanning looked in pretty good touch in the
nets, as did Nicole Bolton.
View of Friday's pitch from the press box.
I finished the cricinfo piece while eating a sandwich, sitting
outside the General Post Office. The city is currently trialling a
free wifi scheme, which is a brilliant idea (I'm not sure how they
afford it though?) I was sat by these really cool fountains and there
were loads of kids running around getting soaking wet, but of course
it didn't matter because it is about 30 degrees here (it is due to
get hotter as the week goes on). I bet it is amazing growing up in Oz
with the outdoor lifestyle – if I'd tried to run round in a
fountain at home I'm sure my parents would have stopped me because I
would have frozen afterwards! I really like that aspect of things so
Amy and I went for dinner at KFC last night. Anyone who has been in
Oz recently will be only too aware of the “buckethead” adverts with the Aussie cricketers, but I was a bit confused to see the faces
of Clarke et al staring at me as I bought my fried chicken. Very odd.
Had more trouble sleeping last night – woke up at 4am and was awake
for a couple of hours. It is now the middle of the day on Thursday here and Amy and I
are heading back to the WACA.
Missing everyone back home. Will keep you up to date with my