Kiss the Crest

The West Indies are as close to a rabble in international cricket these days. It's a terrible site. Twenty years ago, when Marshall, Daniel, Ambrose, Walsh and the rest roamed the world's cricket grounds few would have believed that they could disintegrate as they have done. And nothing is more symbolic of their collapse as the crest, or lack thereof, on their helmets.

Time and again in this series we have seen their batsman march out to the middle dressed like club cricketers. No crest on their helmet, all odds and ends on their gear, surely Denis O'Brien can at least give them the money to cover these little costs that matter so important?

While England, even Ireland have personalised jerseys and personalised tracksuits, the men from the Carribean shamble around in whatever they can find.

If you look like a bad side chances are you will be a bad side. If you look the part, you may still lose, but at least you'll have a chance.

Dump Portis, Samuels

So Clinton Portis and Chris Samuels have played down accusations of dog fighting involving Mike Vick.

My reaction?

Trade them, cut them, do what you want with them but get them the Redskin's roster asap. There is no place for that attitude in society, never mind a football team.