Up early left the house at 7am, dropped Jack off at school. Found a Coffee Club in West End and had a beautiful breakfast to set us up for the day. Rach dropped us off and we walked the last little way to the Gabba with the normal mad fans dressed up and sellers and staff hyped up and cheerful prior to a big game. Checked in through gate seven then walked back passed another couple of gates through the members area to get to disabled lift, which we shared with no less than Adam Gilchrist, few of others in lift had photos with him but I was too embarrassed to ask because I couldn't remember who he was (did remember he was an Aussie wicket keeper at least!!). Got to our seats on the 4th floor and had a glorious view - the "restriction" was that we were close to a rail which really only compromised the view if people stood in front of it and then not that much from our seats. Decided that only the pretty peoples were being invited to the pool deck as the young stewards with their sign up sheets strangely stood in front of our row but clearly couldn't "see" any of us. Sat next to an O&G consultant from Sydney and her Dad, she was originally from Leeds area and her Dad was over the see the cricket (at the tender age of 89!!), he used to play rugby league and so had limited mobility due to knee OA and various ortho ops. Turned out she had worked in Brisbane at the Mater with one of my old Consultants from Caboolture who sadly died a couple of years ago. England batting order collapsed with some stupid mistakes from various players who should know better and sadly Jimmys century wasn't to be today but his unbeaten run as last man standing was a joy to behold. The pain of the batting was slightly eased by a couple of beers whilst watching. I queued for ages for lunch only to be told the roast ham sandwich Adrian wanted would be delayed as the chef had gone to make voles,aw and the pretty servers weren't allowed to carve the ham due to health and safety, unwilling to wait another 10-20minutes after queuing for most of the lunch break I made the executive decision that Adrian could have a Bratwurst hot dog and hurried back to watch some more of the match. England's bowling got off to a good start and we knocked off the first 4 wickets in quick succession and there we stuck as the Aussies started building the runs. The cool morning seat turned into a hot box as the afternoon Brisvegas sun turned its full beams onto our section of the stadium. I bought a couple of ice creams and cold soft drinks to ease the heat and Adrian got to enjoy his first Golden Gaytime since arriving in Oz. The teams finished the day pretty level in scores after first day at the crease. We left the ground and started the long walk up the hill towards West End . I soon regretted my decision to wear flip flops as I felt the blister growing exponentially as the thong rubbed between my big and second toes.
After about a mile Rach called and we stopped to wait for her to pick us up. Drove to Futsal with Jack. His team started the match with a goal difference of 95 above the next best team in the league. The boys played brilliantly but I had to feel sorry for the opposing keeper who did an awesome job of keeping the score down to 26-2 but saving at least a dozen goals and getting bashed and bruised in the process. We then went out for fish and chips with the lads and their parents at the Fish Kitchen - beautiful grilled cod. Came home and watched some TV with wind and a bit of chocolate before fell into bed exhausted.
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