When the clock strikes midnight, weeks of prediction will be put to the test. But what then?
“I never make predictions, and I never will” Gazza once said. It’s a sensible strategy; beyond making a simple quantitative, measurable assertion (“Australia will win”), most predictions unravel swiftly as the session / match / series script evolves. That’s why we watch sport in the first place.
Given the weeks of build up, and the coin toss being only a few hours away, any prediction I might make will be just a drop in the ocean of punditry that we have swam across. [For what it’s worth, Australia 3-1, Smith and Hazlewood as destroyers in chief] Continue reading “The Ashes: a pleadiction”→