Dear Colin and Tom,
I don’t envy you the tasks you guys now face. You take up your roles at the ECB with the national governing body looking greedy, petty, obsessive, controlling, incompetent, mendacious, out of touch and snobbish. Most importantly the ECB has alienated a lot of people and smeared an imperial shedload of faeces on its brand over the course of 2014.
If it weren’t for Ched Evans the FA would look better than the ECB right now. That’s how bad things are.
Continue reading An Open Letter To Colin Graves And Tom Harrison
Despite doing nothing about the booing Moeen Ali received in recent international games, the Exceptionally Clueless Buffoons have been revealed as charging Yorkshire captain Andrew Gale with racism against Lancashire’s South African batsman Ashwell Prince.
Did Gale let rip with an outburst worthy of a UKIPper?
Did he use the N-word? The S-word? The C-word? The M-word?
Did he make certain gestures or references to certain body parts?
Did he refer to a certain land made famous by Alan Clark and then by Godfrey Bloom?
Did he let rip with a Gene Hunt special?
Did he throw a piece of fruit? (If none of these make any sense get onto Google).
Any or all of the above would deserve a guilty verdict. But no, Andrew Gale did not do any of these things.
Continue reading The K-Word
Yorkshire’s relegation from Division 1 of the County Championship has met with a stinging, scathing response from executive chairman Colin Graves. Given that he’s underwriting the club’s £20 million debt he’s probably justified in being somewhat critical of his club’s 1st XI performances this season.
From what Yates knows of Yorkshire folk, there will be plenty of them wanting to have their say about the 1st XI’s performance too. And you can bet that they won’t be holding back in their criticism either.
One thing that’s always irritated Yates is the saying “We don’t deserve to be in the [whatever division is lower than the one a relegation threatened team is facing] division.”
Continue reading Yorkshire Down, Graves Fires From The Hip