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The Netherlands takes on England today, but not at football for once.

After their defeat of Scotland, the the mostly amateur Dutch cricket team [full team list] have been tipped to be surprise upsetters at this weekend’s inaugural Cricket World 2020 Tournament, where’ll they’ll play against experienced, professional teams like India and the West Indies. It’s as though Barnstaple FC somehow got into the Champions League.

Today they take on England, but they’re not worried. Dutch captain Jeroen “Piglet” Smits:

“We are not intimidated by playing at Lord’s,” he says. “We are Dutch. It’s a historic day for Dutch cricket, and we want to make history that day.”

The cloggies certainly have got some gumption. They deserve to do well for that alone. I wonder what the Barmy Army will make of Cloggie fans?

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Hup Holland!

More Olympic Spirit


Chinese Man Pierced 2008 Times for Upcoming Olympics

Well, the Beijing opening ceremony’s done and very spectacular it was too, though it never seemed to get exactly joyous or celebratory and never really engaged my emotions, unlike say Greece or Barcelona’s did. It was probably because of the stupefying scale and degree of regimentation of it all.

Some elements and effects did stand out, especially the massed drummers, and the lightsuits and the big scrolling painting, and the gymnast ‘running’ around the rim of the stadium to light the flame. Incredible. But the combined effect of it all was surprisingly underwhelming.

Those poor, poor girls in the sailor dresses and kinkyboots ringing the track have to get specisal mention; their stamina was indefatigable, their smiles never slipped, though their dancing looked a little scrappy towards the end. By then most of their makeup and bounciness had evaporated too – not surprising in that heat – but the smiles remained. They’re probably still there.

I’d been hoping for something pretty damned amazingly stupendous in the way of fireworks, given China is where they were invented, but despite the scale and overall impressiveness of the display it wasn’t a patch on Sydney’s gorgeous millenium pyrotechnics or even the closing ceremony display at Italia ’90 . Maybe it was just the terrible camera angles the BBC seems to have been allotted, or maybe I’m just jaded.

Best national dress: Mauretania’s robes in that heavenly shade of Tuareg blue and Brazil’s rainforest green and pale yellow casual jackets and shorts; practical, useful and wearable by all sorts of odd shapes and sizes. The Kazakh hats were pretty nice too as were Bhutan’s embroideries.

Worst: nearly Holland, in those hideous grey shapeless things (Belgium’s very similar outfits only escaped being worst by being in a slightly more tasteful shade of beige and by being better cut). But both were beaten easily by my joint winners – the Ukraine’s blue and canary yellow cartoon flight attendants and Spain’s ketchup and mustard explosion suits.

England’s outfit, while tasteful, I could barely manage a ‘meh’ for. Hope the team do better.

WTF Is This? Lisa Simpson Gives An Olympic Blowjob

Well, I do know what it is – but what the hell is does it mean? The new London 2012 Olympic logo:

It looks like nothing so much as a mutilated jigsaw, and I fail to see the symbolism in any part of it. Nothing about it says London, or Britain. or sport for that matter. If this is an indication of how the whole sporting enterprise (and the emphasis is on the enterprise, rather than the sport) is going to be run, we’re in for a disaster of epic proportions.

UPDATE: Someone who shall remain nameless to protect the guilty said earlier that it looks like Lisa Simpson giving a blowjob. Well, now you mention it…

UPDATE II: Looks like a groundswell is building already to junk the logo. Add your name to the ‘logo must go’ petition here.

[Query to afpers – is that the Jonathan Ellis sponsoring that petition? If so, for once we are in political harmony.]

UPDATE III: Oh dear. It didn’t take long for the ‘leet ‘shoppers to start having a go. From b3ta:

This is going to run and run, if you’ll excuse the pun…

UPDATE IV

And indeed it is running and running. The latest is that the animated logo ad causes epileptic seizures. Oh dear….

“Leaving Coe and Jowell in charge of this project was like sending Constable Dogberry to sort out Enron.”

Simon Jenkins in The Grauniad this morning proves once again why they were so right to hire him, as he puts the boot elegant brogue into Britain’s Olympic organisers, demolishing their spiralling demands for more and more public money with cold, angry logic. But he reserves his particular ire for the unelected and unaccountable members of the IOC:

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These people are like pre-Reformation cardinals. Since the Olympic pope graciously allowed Britain to sponsor his latest crusade, he has heard nothing but complaints from the peasantry over the cost. It is giving his “brand” a bad name. Why cannot the British behave like the Chinese, who are coughing up $30bn for his ritual in decent silence? How dare they question gilded taps in the Olympic village or teakwood lining to executive boxes, or swansdown seats on the loos? Where is the Olympic ship, promised to carry pilgrim children (I kid you not) from Peking to London? And what of legacy? The IOC likes a legacy or two to gladden its press releases.

These are not sportsmen but Vegas-style businessmen for whom Blairite ministers have an extraordinary weakness. They move in a world of stadium designers, equipment suppliers, architects, promoters and agents. They are unaccountable to any electorate. The one thing they sell each four years is chauvinist glory, the “right” to hold the Olympic franchise for 16 days. They have already spawned an office block of 700 staff in Canary Wharf, consultants, architects, engineers and project managers. They have even brought in an outside company, CLM, to defend their costs at a reputed fee of £400m, money not for sport but to go straight into someone’s back pocket. If anyone accuses me of being a killjoy, I say too right. Somehow or other we are paying for this.

The truth is that Jowell and Coe are not up to dealing with this bunch – with Coe actually thinking the games will “make money as an investment”. Neither has passed the whelk-stall test, yet they find themselves negotiating with people who travel first class, stay at five-star hotels and expect chauffeurs to pick up bills for less than a million. Leaving Coe and Jowell in charge of this project was like sending Constable Dogberry to sort out Enron.

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I sense Mr Jenkins is a little annoyed.

Has there ever been a government so in thrall to slick salesmen? At least the Tories, being sleazy salesmen themelves, knew when they were being snowed. The luminaries of New Labour not only fall for every hustle going they seem infatuated with the hustlers too (and quite often they marry them, as in the case of Ms. Jowell). You could paint this as the idealistic working class having been corrupted by contact with big money, but let’s face it, a preponderance of Labour MP’s and cabinet members are lower-middle-class, not working-class, and came up through net-curtain-land and secure jobs in local government. They are those people who that sourpuss Belloc derided as ‘the people in between’:

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