I am struggling to keep my supper down. Losers and chokers. The Poepteas fade again. Sies. I suppose I could be grateful that they aren’t in the semi-finals; I get my life back. But I am disgusted. Really. What were they thinking? And I was so tuned in to the whole 2020 thing. Some radical new coaching, thinking and planning needs to happen with SA cricket. I know we have the talent, we just need someone to manage it. Blah blah blah. I swear, I’m prepared to put money on Mickey Arthur telling the press that it’s just a game. I might have to throw darts at an image of him. And of Smith. Sies.