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After Mushtaq Ahmed and Matthew Elliott. Before Bryce McGain, Adam Gilchrist or Kumar Sangakarra.
There was Ian Harvey.
You know how teenagers are. When they fall, they fall hard.
Ian “the freak” Harvey was the ultimate player to me, he was a danger when bowling, batting or fielding.
His batting was exciting, exhilarating and often frustrating. Reminds me of my $ex life with a crazy girl I used to lay with.
His bowling was like my first girlfriend, great line and length, a little boring to watch, btu she kept you interest with her variety.
His fielding was like another girl I knew once, she was great with either hand.
Anyway we have been separated for quite a time now, he ended the relationship when he went to play domestic cricket in the evil empire.
Over the years I’ve learnt to live without him, I’ve used Cameron White and James Hopes as surrogates.
But now he is back, and he is seeing other people.
The ICL “I’m too old or crap to play real cricket” is upon us.
Harvey is playing in it, for a Queenslander and a Nswelshman.
He made 60 off 40 in the last game (which was the first one I think.
I should be excited, but its like an ex seeing another dude, good for her and all that (c)rap, but I don’t really care what happens to her anymore.
I’ve moved on, I don’t need him in my life anymore.
Just like I have from Uma, when it was great, it was great, but now all i can do is look at old photographs and remember when I was young and stupid(er).