12 thoughts on “Stupendously Reverend Doctor David Walker, Bishop of Manchester

  1. This was almost indistinguishable from a Peter Cook-like parody. ” And you know in a very real sense, the disciples were like a cricket team ,with Jesus their captain who covered every eventuality.” That he did have foresight is hardly really surprising when you’ve been claiming all your working life his some part of an omniscient being

    I wonder what the TftD cricket team would look like. I see Fraser as the Warner-like sledger, standing at first slip ,arms folded,chewing gum, sneering at the incoming batsman.

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  2. @ AndyM. Yes, this was as bland an anaemic an offering as a hastily scribbled school assembly talk.

    ‘It’s the cricket season… cricket is a team sport… life is a team sport… Christianity is a team sport… therefore Jesus. Please leave the Hall in an orderly fashion… shut up Jones, or you’ll be in detention… cricket nets at lunchtime, second eleven.’

    I pondered, just for a moment, on those people I frequently hear – particularly on radio or TV who say, ‘faith is a very personal thing to me, I don’t need to go to church, it’s just me and God.’ If only they knew how wrong they’d got it.

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  3. Rather than enjoying taking part in the game I had always thought of God as the pernickety scorer who is totting up your good and bad play for your final scorecard.
    The God’s School Report in Monty Python’s 1970’s Papperbok (which is surely as factual as the BBoMS) showed that God wasn’t interested in sport anyway – “Will not row, hates games and once parted the waters of the swimming pool during a match against the old boys which was both unsporting and dangerous”. I wouldn’t want him on my team!

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  4. I played against a team of clergy once in an evening 20-over league. I was anticipating solid defences and gentle off-spin on an ecclesiastical length, so I was a bit surprised when I looked up after taking my guard to see the bowler coming off a thirty-pace run-up. Bloody Methodists. The first one went whistling past my chest, the second off the outside edge to the third man boundary. So in the true spirit of the teamwork of Jesus, I took a single of the next and let my partner face the rest of the over. I prayed for him. Didn’t work though. Clearly the Methodist minister had also been praying, for an off-cutter, and god presumably felt that his prayers were stronger than mine.

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      1. Thanks, Steve.

        I’m no expert, but I strongly suspect that this video is not really about cricket. I think it may be a spoof and that you are in fact taking advantage of my Scottish ignorance of the subject.

        The main clue is that they don’t stop for tea once. This is one aspect of cricket that I remember from my childhood. My father was a great cricket fan. I don’t think he ever actually watched it, but he always insisted that the TV be on any channel that showed cricket. He would then light his pipe and raise a large broadsheet newspaper which he would proceed to rustle noisily for the remainder of the match

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      2. He would then light his pipe and raise a large broadsheet newspaper which he would proceed to rustle noisily for the remainder of the match.

        That’s it. That’s proper cricket watching, that is. Your father was clearly a man of taste and refinement.

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  5. It’s doubtful JC taught us anything but, whatever the truth of history, it’s only after much excuse-making & revision will ‘teamwork’ spring to mind. Unless by ‘teamwork’ ya mean; threatening eternal punishment on non-sycophants; or blindly following the captaincy of someone who never, ever turns up.

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