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THE ENGLISH "ELEVEN."

What many will consider the most interesting feature of the English cricket team for Australia, the inclusion of two Indian players, may remind some of a parody current' in the days of Beaconsfleld. It was when the music halls rang with the song that gave the w.ord "Jingo" to the language—"we've'got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the monoy, too." Then, in order to heighten Britain's military prestige in Europe, the Government brought Indian troops to Malta, and the parodist saw his opportunity: — We don't want to fight; but, by jingo, if we do. We won't go to the front ourselves, we'll send the mild Hindoo. England is enlisting the help of two "mild Hindoos" in the attack on "The Ashes." There is nothing mild, however, about the cricket of Duleepsinhji and the Nawab of Pataudi. The former will remind the older generation of Australians of Ranjitsinliji's art, so brilliant yet dark with the magic of the East—a bewildering style of batting that now is' being challenged as a legend. The team looks to be very strong in batting, dubious in bowling, and, as a London message says, sound and orthodox in leadership. Jardine has given no sign that he will ever set the Yarra or the Parramatta on fire. It is remarkable that, out of thirteen players chosen so far, seven are amateurs; a few years ago it was doubtful whether there was oqe amateur really worth a place in an England eleven. The bowling is the department that causes anxiety. Where is there a Barnes or an F. R. Foster, a Rhodes or a Richardson? Batsmen are made, it has been said, but great bowlers come from heaven. In the coming season test innings may run into four figures, swelling to the monstrous size of . prize pumpkins, and Mr. P. F. Warner, the manager of the English team, may spend torrid hours in the pavilion muttering, as a forlorn linn* inncinfafinric myamsf. Rrflflmnn

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Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 180, 1 August 1932, Page 6

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THE ENGLISH "ELEVEN." Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 180, 1 August 1932, Page 6

THE ENGLISH "ELEVEN." Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 180, 1 August 1932, Page 6

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