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Ordinarily, and I don't mind admitting this, I find cricket as boring as watching paint dry. Always have.

I think it stems from my London upbringing. Cricket was a game played by the upper-class posh people we called "Nobs".

While they were wetting themselves over the gentleman's game we scumbag commoners were rushing round a football field kicking lumps out of each other - and finding it eminently satisfactory if I'm honest.

Anyway, on Sunday I bumped into a mate at Farmers and he asked me if I was going to watch the cricket World Cup final between New Zealand

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