When we all decided that we were going to venture to a World Cup game during this tournament, this was the one that came up on our radar. I also decided to take the opportunity to get tickets in the new Victor Trumper Stand at the Sydney Cricket Ground, so we could experience the view behind the bowler arm at a match that was vaguely affordable. The tickets were $38 each, pretty good value in this tournament. Of course, if we hadn't purchased them ahead, and just bought that day's Daily Telegraph, we could all have gotten in for free. Of course. The best laid plans etc etc.
There were also big black clouds looking north from Oak Flats Railway Station, which is a pretty typical event for when we are going to the cricket. Still, as we said at the time, if worse came to worst, the pubs would be dry and the beer would be cold.
|Jason at the ready with Chicken Esky in hand.|
It was a poor decision.
We came to a place called the Dove & Olive. Which, while decked out nicely with World Cup paraphernalia and having the cricket from New Zealand about to start on the main TV, only sold craft beer. Now, let's be clear. I do not like craft beer. The vast majority is rubbish. But they literally had nothing else, so we gave it a crack. And it is pretty close to the worst beer I have ever had. Seriously. I finished it, but to be honest I could have happily walked out without doing so. It was dishwater. We did not stay long, and vowed never to return.
|The Dove & Olive. Possibly the worst beer of any pub ever.|
|Thank goodness for the next pub up the road|
|Security fighting back the huge crowds|
|Dan and Jason fight their way through the masses on the way to the SCG|
|Dan trying to work out who Tibby Cotter is. Or was.|
|The boys with their new Afghanistan caps|
|The warm ups, while Dan, Jason and Bono try to work out where their seats are.|
|The Three Amigos|
|Afghanistan looking to put England to the sword|
Dad and Dave made their exit not long after, while we hung around and watched the conclusion of the exciting New Zealand vs Bangladesh match from Hamilton on the big screen, where the Kiwis managed to scrape home with 7 balls and three wickets to spare.
|And the winner is... rain!|
We found the Central Hotel accomodating, and found more alcohol while watching the conclusion of the match on the screen, with England unfortunately ensuring their victory for the loss of one wicket and with seven overs in hand. Jason then dashed for the next train, while Bono, Dan and I contemplated more alcohol until the later trains were our final chance to return home.
Despite the lackluster day weather-wise, cricket-wise and alcohol-wise, we all had a great day. Let's hope it isn't the last World Cup fixture we can go to.
|Final drinks at the pub near Central Station|