Originally Posted by
Bluebeard
And now at the wicket we have Brían Ó Laoighre, an outstanding exponent of the game. He looks to the left, he looks to the right. Anois, fear cumhachtach don Pakistan, Waism Ackraim, leis an liathróid, racing down toward the crease. Lara lets fly, suas, suas, suas leis an Liathróid, he's hit it high, but he's hit it wide, but in this game, that doesn't matter, because he's hit it out over the boundary, sé don fear gorm Seamécánigh, and the Western Indies are chun tosaigh anois, the Western Indies of course being a good deal to the West of the Aran Islands and the Blaskets, but any of you listening to this game on Inishvickilaun, you'll be sure to feel that they are only a sliotar's puck away now. Well, while I've have been talking, a young man in the crowd has thrown down the willow ball to the waiting Pakistani fielder, the willow is a noble wood - not nearly so noble of course as our own ash, noblest of woods that it is, but a noble wood nonetheless..........