Die oorlog om die As

Met die krieket tussen die Aussies en die Engelse, die volgende staaltjie:

Two ninety year old men, Nev and Vic, have been friends all their

lives. It seems that Vic is dying, and so Nev comes to visit him

every day.

"Vic," says Nev, "You know how we have both loved cricket all our

lives, and how we played together for so many years. Vic, you have

to do me one favour. When you get to Heaven, and I know you will go to

Heaven, somehow you've got to let me know if there's cricket in
Heaven."
Vic looks up at Nev from his death bed, and says, "Nev, you've been

my best friend many years. This favour, if it is at all possible, I'll

do for you."



And shortly after that, Vic passes on.



It is midnight a couple of nights later.

Nev is sound asleep when he is awakened by a blinding flash of

white light and a voice calls out to him, "Nev....Nev...."

"Who is it?" says Nev sitting up suddenly. "Who is it?"

"Nev, it's me, Vic."

"Come on. You're not Vic. Vic just died."

"I'm telling you," insists the voice. "It's me, Vic!"

"Vic ? Is that you? Where are you?"

"I'm in heaven," says Vic , "and I've got to tell you, I've got

really good news and a little bad news."

"So, tell me the good news first," says Nev.

"The good news is that there is cricket in heaven. Better yet, all our

old buddies who've gone before us are there. Better yet, we're all

young men again. Better yet, it's always spring time and it never

rains or snows. And best of all, we can play cricket all we want, and
we
never get tired!"

"Really?" says Nev, "That is fantastic, wonderful beyond my wildest

dreams! But, what's the bad news?"

"You're opening the batting next Tuesday".