The world cup group stages ended with something of a whimper for the associates, with Ireland missing out on the knockouts and some heavy losses. Cricket Ireland media manager Barry Chambers (irishcricket1) (0:29) and Scottish head coach Grant Bradburn (Beagleboy172) (43:34) join Andrew Nixon (@andrewnixon79) to discuss their respective team's performance; while The National (UAE) cricket journalist Paul Radley (PaulRadley) discusses the UAE with Russell Degnan (@idlesummers) (16:41). Andrew and Russell add their own comments after the interviews, looking at Afghanistan (39:27) and the overall associate performances (1:06:31). In the Americas, the Central America Championships are being played in Panama, and an unofficial combined US-Canadian womens' team travelled to Argentina to take on the Flamingos (1:16:44). There is a brief preview of the Africa Division One T20 qualifiers from South Africa (1:20:19), and some news on ICC helping fund relief efforts in Vanuatu.
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Paper Bag, the best song on Fiona Apple's ridiculously titled When the Pawn..., has a triptych structure. 75 seconds of syncopated jazz, concluding with the chorus. If that was the song, it would a be good song, about a paper bag.
Then it kicks off.
I went crazy again today
Looking for a strand to climb
A little hope.
Perhaps the most belated of any chocolate recipe posts, but eh... This year I had help, as my old friend, A, who I recently reconnected with after eight years (old friends are the best!), came over and provided essential suport in the rolling, pitting, and enlivening of what turned out to be a three day process.
Inspired, or insane, we decided to make eight different selections. Two of the truffles are quite straight-forward:
1. Combine cream and glucose syrup and bring to boil, add the egg yolk and stir through to set slightly.
2. Pour over chocolate in heat proof bowl, let sit for a few minutes then stir from inside out to create ganache.
3. Split into two parts, adding dry ingredients, butter and liqueur to each and mix in without over-agitating.
4. Pour mixtures onto plastic wrap enclose and leave for several hours.
5. When cool, disgorge from wrap and agitate (briefly) until firm enough to roll.
6. Using hands, roll into small balls and leave overnight.
7. Dip in tempered white chocolate then grate some cinamon onto top.
We took some inspiration from this recipe but had a spare egg yolk which added to the creaminess, and used a standard truffle mixture which I have a better sense of. White on white can be really sweet, but this was good.
1. Melt white chocolate and add cream, being careful not to split ganache.
2. Put in a piping bag and pipe onto top of each cupcake base
3. Add half a glaced cherry to the top of each cupcake
A relatively basic recipe, albeit one that burnt out my food processor makign the paste (cheap model it is), and with multiple steps. The photos below show various parts of the process: the Mayan chocolate before adding the coconut milk; the mayan and pistachio truffles after rolling and dipping; the two jellies - cherry and lemon/ginger tea - prior to adding the white chocolate nougat. Note the real chunks of cherry through the jelly.
1. Prepare a large bowl with ice in the bottom
2. Put the guiness and chocolate into a pyrex bowl that will fit into the larger bowl.
3. Place smaller bowl over saucepan of boiling water and stir until chocolate melted and combined with guiness
4. Once combined, put into ice bowl and whisk vigorously for several minutes until a chocolate mousse forms.
5. Put into a piping bag and pipe small pieces onto a plate.
6. Place in fridge unti fully set
7. Dip each piece in tempered milk chocolate.
The mousse part of this is based on Hervé This recipe, and will work for any combination of water and a little alcohol, or beer. It probably helps to reduce the guiness slightly, to make a thicker mousse that will hold its shape, but this worked too. Piping allows some more interesting shapes. There is a knack with the wrist and the height of the nozzle that took some adjusting too, but it is a handy skill. Mousse made in this way is phenomenally good and fast. It is a much easier process than the whipping and waiting if you just want to eat mousse.
Mayan Chocolate Truffles
300g Very dark chocolate (85% or more)
1 tsp Cinnamon
1/4 tsp Chipotle chili powder
1 tsp Vanilla paste
1 pinch Sea salt
250ml Coconut milk
1 tbsp Coconut oil
- Cocoa Powder
1. Combine chocoalte, orange zest, cinnamon, chipotle chili powder, vanilla paste and salt in a bowl
2. Put coconut milk and coconut oil in a saucepan and bring to a simmer
3. Pour over chocolate in heat proof bowl, let sit for a few minutes then stir from inside out to create ganache.
4. Pour mixtures onto plastic wrap enclose and leave for several hours.
5. When cool, disgorge from wrap and agitate (briefly) until firm enough to roll.
6. Using hands, roll into small balls, toss through cocoa powder, then leave to firm.
We took this from an online recipe that looked promising. They went a little sour after a while (read: months), but were very good at first.
Those were the successful recipes. There was another, which I won't recommend, but will describe. Make 500ml of boiling water with three tea bags of lemon and ginger tea, then pour into a bowl of packet lemon jelly. This, by itself, is delicious. Really delicious. But it makes terrible chocolate. Whatever is in packet jelly doesn't affix to the chocolate, and melts easily, so it can't be dipped, only poured into chocolate moulds. Also, the jelly has a limited shelf life, so it has to be eaten within a couple of days from the fridge. It is possible to make extremely tasty lemon and ginger jelly chocolates, but not with packet jelly. Better to have the jelly by itself (it is great for a head-cold), or in a trifle.
A last note to thank A for the company, pictures, and presentation. That is all her.
The Melbourne Grand Prix will mark 30 years (minus several months) since Formula One racing returned to Australia. For young boys accustomed to watching motor racing only from Bathurst, and only in its most bogan Australian form, the mix of international drivers, gorgeous livery and high pitched squeals was something else.
Board games were a constant in our household, not least because, with books, they offered a present option for basically nerdy children. My brother was sufficiently inspired by the Adelaide GP, and his acquisition of motor magazine, to make a basic board game.
The collection below is what I still have of the original. The Bathurst influence is there in the board choice, although for (I assume) space reasons, it isn't the most accurate representation, with Skyline misplaced, and a more rectangular shape. It also pre-dates the Chase, back in the days when cars could roar down Conrad all the way to the final corner.
The board is a single A3 sheet, folded many times, with tape over the track proper to keep the paper/ink from rubbing/bleeding.
The cars of this edition were shorter (1.5cm) than later versions, and flighty - meaning they tended to blow off the board if you breathed. The top was the 1985 version of each driver, the bottom their name, team and number. Each precisely drawn as my brother tended to be. Some of them with accurate helmets - Senna, my brother's favourite driver with his yellow - and instantly recognisable. A simple piece of tape on each side finished them off, and glossed them up.
1985 liveries were special. I've never smoked a day in my life, but the colours of F1 cars in the late 1980s is indelibly printed on my memory. Today's cars that hint at that era - like the black and gold JPS Lotus are inspired nostalgia. I'm not even sure the companies themselves even exist, so thorough has been the advertising cleansing. But brand awareness: not a problem.
This was F1's greatest era, when cars could pass on multiple parts of the track; when drivers were stars (Lauda, Piquet, Prost, Rosberg, Senna, Mansell...); the season well structured and evenly contested; and the money and glamour poured in. Tactically, it was also the most interesting, with tyre changes making huge lap speed differentials, turbos making fuel management paramount, and retirements from failing equipment a constant issue. I pushed these little pieces around tracks so often I could almost name the grid of 1985 even today. Until computers took over the imagination, and barring an extended period of cricket simulation, this was my favourite game for the next half decade.
Certain aspects of the game weren't thought through in great depth. The squares on the straight are aligned, which made it hard to swing through a normal racing line. The red squares - which required picking up a card of probable danger - are randomly placed, making for annoying places where you'd seemingly randomly crash on the straight. The green cards allowed a car to pass if it had sufficient moves to do so, with some attendant risk. It made the game one of pure luck: dice and cards. But then, I played most of them by myself, so it was luck for the eponymous pieces, not myself.
By 1986, a larger board (presumed lost) and 2cm cars provided the next edition. Only one car, the paper split, remains from the set: Alan Jones Haas Lola.
Whitewash to Whitewash is not actually a book about the Australian team as a flawed hero who overcomes. But it could be. Like our archetypical hero, the Ashes defeat of 2005, at the tail-end of an extended run as the most dominant side of that, and perhaps any, era, came as a call: to regain the Ashes, and pride.
Daniel Brettig, who I suspect I joined as the only other member of a club who wrote their first overseas match report from Kinrara Oval, begins the narrative at the dream stage, but dwells less on the victory than the retirements that followed. It would be easy to be harsh on the selectors for not managing the process. But as Brettig details the reasons for each, there was an inevitability to the break-up of this side, driven by the time-line of the Ashes loss to later victory, and the dynamic of the team. When Healy and Mark Waugh were tapped, there were ready made (superior) replacements. But except for Martyn, that wasn't the case here. Not Langer, whose absence would only have destabilised Hayden earlier, nor Gilchrist, Warne and McGrath, who were irreplacable. Injuries did for MacGill and Lee; noone could have predicted the form slumps of Ponting and Hussey that contributed so much to the uncertainty.
It is a testament to the research and writing, that the chronicle of the period of frustration and unchecked decline that followed maintains its balanced and even reporting. The breakdown in trust following Monkey-gate and subsequent disengagement of Symonds is covered in depth, as is the rise of cliques amongst the squad, and the problems of selection and leadership from the Ashes loss of 2009 to the disasters of Boxing Day 2010. The book works through each and every step of those four years that eventually led to this:
"Nothing about the Test team functioned properly. Batsmen were unprepared for England's plan, bowlers incapable of carrying out their own. Fielding and running between the wickets were never better than average, often catastrophic. Ponting's form evaporated and his composure followed, while his deputy Michael Clarke, fared almost as poorly. The coach, Tim Nielsen, and his assistants seemed unable to tackle the problems before them, whether through technical advice or sage readings of the team's darkening mood. And the selectors abandoned many of the players and the plans honed over the preceding eighteen months, leaving the likes of Phillip Hughes, Steve Smith, Xaxier Doherty and Michael Beer to squint at the harsh light of Ashes exposure. Not surprisingly, none were able to conjure the miracles suddenly required of them."
It would have been easy (and better suited to the narrative) to maintain a triumphalist tone across the resolving chapters, concluding as they do with aggressive winning cricket under a new coach and captain, defeating England 5-0 and regaining the number one ranking away in South Africa. Brettig wisely doesn't:
"It cannot be disputed that between November 2013 and March 2014 Australia's Test side played the most powerful and compelling cricket mustered by the baggy green at any time since Shane Warne, Glenn McGrath and Justin Langer all bowed out on the same day in Sydney seven years before. But the achievements were those of the moment, and any groundwork for longer-term success remains some way from bedding down. After the travails of India, CA - its board, management, selectors, and coaches - focused all their energies completely on regaining the Ashes. The victory in South Africa was a capstone on that achievement, proving that Australia had indeed reached a very high level of proficiency, albeit in conditions that largely suited them."
These seven years were the most interesting in Australian cricket since 1984-1994, that stretched from the retirements of Lilee, Chappell and Marsh to that of Border, tragically short of his triumphant moment, but with a conveyor-belt of incredible talent left to his successor. Australia has no such certainties in its next few years, and no shortage of looming retirements. Hopefully Dan is taking notes.
Interspersed with the depiction of on-field events are the equally important changes occurring off. Cricket Australia had been resting on their laurels, a monopoly sport in the summer market, and a national cultural institution still without peer. In the period since it has undergone a shift to an independent board; launched a profitable domestic competition based around cities, not states; been part of a significant political re-alignment of the ICC; shifted their touring program to accommodate the IPL, Champions League and the unmatched riches of hosting the BCCI on tour; appointed full-time selectors and a director of cricket; and experimented unsuccessfully with its talent pathways in the form of the futures league.
These are significant, even unprecedented, changes to the sport in Australia. The ramifications of most are yet to be felt. As a reference point for why many were tried, and whether they have worked to date, there is a lot to mull over in this book. A few have come and gone already, notably around the role of the captain in selections. Perhaps the most poorly thought-out was the move away from a century of tradition that promoted boys into the grades of men, in favour of pathways and the futures league. Australia has always tried to distinguish itself from England's over-coached under-competitive cricket environment, but in trying to improve on what they had, they went too far.
There is less cricket in this book than you'd expect. There is enough to provide context, but it is a book about culture and management more-so than about cricket. There are numerous fascinating vignettes of players who came and went, including many who might have felt hard-done by.
The culture of the team of the early-2000s was bound up in the legacy of Steve Waugh's captaincy. Given a choice of quality personnel, the players who stuck were those most immersed in that mindset. The era that followed seems to have struggled to reconcile other personalities. The personal struggles of Nathan Hauritz, Bryce McGain and Mitchell Johnson are evident in their on-field performance, and the weaknesses of Ponting's captaincy; Shane Watson and Andrew Symonds were given both extended opportunities and a different set of expectations, and both have encountered a different weakness in Clarke's leadership
For much of the era, the selectors themselves seemed to want to replace the irreplacable with the next best option, without considering the team around them. The squad became divided into permanent players, who no matter their form, and the team's form, seemed to remain; and temporary players, who were marked, given a role to fill, but always one match from being dropped. The difference in October 2010 between Hussey, woefully out-of-form but being backed by the selectors, and North, fresh off a hundred but sure he was going to be given only two tests, was particularly telling. The side that won in South Africa in 2009, where the enigmatic talent of Hughes and Johnson, meshed with the solid, if limited McDonald and North, was never seen on the field again. It was a false dawn, not only in performance, but in pragmatic, considered choices.
In the period since the Ashes whitewash we've seen Australia suffer their biggest statistical defeat in any series, against Pakistan in the UAE. A series that saw Maxwell promoted to number three, Johnson used as a cart-horse, and the limitations of the squad laid bare. The looming Ashes series means making a number of not only hard decisions, but decisions the public takes an interest in. There is a lot of luck to whether a selection will pan out, but there is none in the process. It is still quite unclear whether Australia has learnt from the mistakes in process that characterised the era in question. Brettig withholds his opinion on many of the decisions made in this book. But you can sense the disapproval.
Even at its worst, Australia has too much strength in depth, too much talent, to be really bad. This is a book packed with lessons, though many of them might be gleaned from any era, and it isn't clear they'll be learnt. The treatment of spinners, and the selection lottery that sees them brought into the side on half a dozen Shield appearances, is consistent either side of the Warne era; as too is the quixotic search for an all-rounder, when four bowlers is deemed too few. It is, nevertheless, amongst only a handful of books that have ever tried to find out what those lessons might be, and for that reason it is worth a read.