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This Is Love


It is hard to explain how utterly delicious, how utterly contented, how utterly at peace I feel. I would love to be able to bottle this feeling. To be able to go back to it whenever I felt the need. But this is sport. And so to experience incredible highs you must experience incredible lows. To bottle the feelings of today I would have to bottle those I felt after Adelaide in '06. And I never want to feel like that again. But I almost certainly will. And we will. Which is why today, tomorrow, this week, you will see millions of us cherishing the moment. And millions of us will be basking in the glow of Andrew Strauss' smile. It's a beautiful place to be.
Sixty Seconds with the England Cricket Team


Have I caught you at a good time? Sure. We're just watching a Mark Ramprakash batting masterclass.


So what's your usual Sunday routine? Beating the Aussies. Winning the Ashes. Having a beer. In the ice bath.


Five years ago did you think you'd be where you are now? Yes. Well, all of us except Ravi Bop.


Where will you be in five years? Some of us will have retired. Some of us will have just beaten Pakistan by six wickets. Ian Bell will be trying to nail that number three spot.


What's your motto in life? Scare the living daylights out of England supporters the world over. Then win.


I have 24 hours in your hometown. What should I do? Our home town is England. You should go to every County Cricket ground and buy a scorecard for 50p. At the interval you should run onto the field and get your scorecard signed by someone who will be working in accountancy in three years. Or even better, one of the players.


You've got thirty minutes in the kitchen. What are you going to knock up? We're not. We have a Cook.


You've just won £10 on the lottery. Spend or save? We'll put it towards paying for the repairs to the replica Urn Freddie just sat on.


What can't your friends/family understand about you? How we always get green stains on our whites even though we haven't dived around in the field.


What are you currently obsessed with? MBEs, OBEs, Knighthoods, Open Top Buses, Ruth Strauss.


What should we all be doing more of? Talking to Aggers, Nasser and Athers.


And finally, when you go to bed tonight, are you looking forward to Monday morning? Bed?


NB: Most of these questions were asked when they were inebriated.

The Worst Shot In The History Of Cricket


I love Kevin Pietersen. I do think I am privileged to be alive when such a talent is gracing the cricket scene. It's not very often it happens, but he makes me look very average. Except today. Today is the day when he created history for all the wrong reasons. What a complete plank.
Sixty Seconds with James Hepburn



You have caught me at a good time. This will be the highlight of my day. Usually it would be seeing my children on Father's Day but the wife has run off with the milkman and taken them with her.

When I was younger I thought Australians must walk around upside down. I now realise this was a stupid thing to believe as the world is in fact flat.

I love it when you call. Unless I'm in the toilet.

I can't stand it when people look like they don't care. Even if you don't care at least look like you do. It'll make me feel a whole lot better. I'm thinking Steven Gerard in an England kit here.

The last time I got stuck in a traffic jam I was on the bus as there was a tube strike. I sat next to a man who was hopefully on his way home to have a shower.

Elvis Presley came before Elvis Costello, which is just as well because Blue Hawaii wouldn't have been half the film with Costello as the lead.

No one will ever convince me that Davina McCall is anything other than a very annoying woman who still thinks she is sixteen.

The difference between being funny and being boring is your choice of audience.

Last night would have been a whole lot better if I had not lost my oyster card and dropped my kebab on the floor as soon as I had bought it.

The one piece of advice I will offer you is this. Believe in yourself. If you don't believe in yourself then why should anyone else. Oh, and don't eat your kebab if you have just dropped it on the floor.

There is nothing I like more than watching the French riot about the price of edam cheese.

In five years time this will be on page 524 of your blog.

I want to thank my Mum for teaching me how to iron bed sheets. I have impressed many a girl with this talent over the years. Especially when their boyfriend is due back in the next ten minutes.

When I've finished this I will make my breakfast and read the Sunday Times.