I had a gloriously lazy day on Saturday which involved sitting in the sunshine, drinking cold lager, eating sarnies, pies and a family sized bag of Twiglets.  All of that and having a game of cricket to watch too...

As you may be able to guess, I spent the day at the Test Match at Old Trafford on Saturday - to watch England play the West Indies.  I bought the tickets in December - one as a Christmas pressie for my Dad, and the other for me.  Well, it would have been churlish to expect him to travel all the way from Cornwall to Manchester and then go to the match on his own...

As it happens the tickets worked out really well - 'cos I'd managed to get organised for a change and get the application form filled in fairly quickly, we had seats in the third row - and as the first row was kept empty to prevent ne'er-do-wells and undesirables getting onto the pitch, we were pretty much as close to the action as possible...  The only downside was that there was a reasonable trek to the bar, but hey ho, you can't have everything (alledgedly).

The game was good, but wasn't massively entertaining, as England were on top from the day before, and so didn't really need to put the hammer down.  Petersen was a bit subdued, although it was an interesting way to get out...having your helmet strap break after being hit by a ball and fall into your wicket  - watch out for that on A Question of Sport in the future .  Cook never looked all that comfortable to me, and I was surprised he lasted as long as he did, and then lastly we had a good old-fashioned England collapse, with Sammy coming very very close to a hat trick.  I did enjoy Harmison's little cameo innings too - it looks to me as if he's been forsaking bowling practice in order to swing the willow a bit...

Highlights of the day had to be the second of the three streakers who each must have decided that the threatened fine of a grand was a price worth paying in order to tread the hallowed turf in bare feet - although the first one actually kept his socks on .  The second streaker was far more organised - he firstly kept his clothes with him (a good plan as you'll see in a sec), ran over the pitch - grabbed a quick cuddle with Steve Harmison who was batting, jumped the wicket in a good old fashioned streaker stylee, and seriously worried Collymore enough for him to break into a run away from the midwicket boundary towards the safety of the umpires.  Anyway, as the stewards were massing to take action against this gross example of anti-social behaviour, the streaker jumped over the barrier into the crowd, and with any luck managed to get re-clothed and avoid capture...I'm not sure how I'd check if he did or not. 

Maybe someone will read this and let me know?