As I lie here on the floor, prostrated before a picture of Shane Warne, I weep and wail in sackcloth and with an ashtray on my head, lamenting over the loss of the Ashes after nearly twenty years of holding them. There were children born, who are now teenagers, who never knew what was like to loose to England - how sad they should discover it this way. Alas, the dream is over, I'm leaving brigadoon!
As Ben Myers says, we should let them win ocassionally, so that it will keep them interested.
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