Kevin Pietersen: On Cricket Book Review

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Strictly speaking this isn’t an autobiography. KP delves into the technical aspects of taking on the various types of bowling that there is out there, as well as writing about such things as captaincy and the future of the game. That’s not to say that there aren’t autobiographical elements to it, which let’s be fair, would be hard to avoid.

As a highly unsuccessful village cricketer, it’s amazing to read about how a pro reads the ball out of the hand. I can barely see the ball at all in the north England evening light, let alone identify which side is shiny or which finger is rolling over the seam!

Pietersen is adamant that international cricketers shouldn’t be overcooked but is at pains to point out that being a cricketer is a great job and he realises he and his peers aren’t down a coal mine every day.

His thoughts on the future structure of international cricket seem a little half-cooked and as per usual with any book, there are one or two errors amongst the 277 pages that you do wonder how they ever get to print. KP tells us that at Edgbaston in the 2005 Ashes, England claimed the wicket of Brett Lee to level the series. No you didn’t KP. He also tells us that he wasn’t selected for an ODI series in 2000. Too right KP. You didn’t debut with England until 2004!

All in all it was an interesting and easy to read… read.

Silly Point provides Kevin Pietersen: On Cricket with a score of…

79 not out

P’Tang Yang Kipperbang!

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I struck the ball in the dark, off the bowling of Mitchell Starc.

I hit the ball over the rope, evading the dive of Shai Hope.

I deflected the ball with an edge so fine, off the bowling of Dale Steyn.

I glanced the ball for four, evading the gloves of PJ Moor.

I played a shot that was just stellar, out of the reach of Niroshan Dickwella.

I stole a run like a thief, off the bowling of Steve O’Keefe.

I belted the ball out of the ground, off the bowling of Toby Roland-Jones, such a sweet shot oh what a sound, all the way to The Road of Bones.

I searched the internet for batting tips, so looked at the faq, flicked the ball off my hips, past the outstretched Misbah-ul-Haq.

I defended the ball then ran a single, straight past my partner no time to mingle.

I ran three at Adelaide, off the bowling of Tony Dodemaide.

I avoided a bouncer from Brett Lee, on a sunday morning at the SCG.

I pulverised the bowling at the WACA, off the ball came the lacquer.

I scored a double century at Perth, took me a week or two to come back to Earth.

My stumps were shattered, oh what a pain, clean bowled all that mattered, bloody Mark Alleyne!

Used to watch Serie A on Channel 4, lots of goals by Beppe Signori, went to New Zealand on tour, got clean bowled by Daniel Vettori.

I punched the ball with lots of power, off the bowling of Grant Flower.

I swatted the ball with a bang, off the bowling of Bryan Strang.

I bowled the ball, it was a ripper, did for the off-stump of Trevor Gripper.

Running in week after week, ever so dependable was Heath Streak.

A crocodile under the bed, it wasn’t so little, eight foot long they said, guest of Guy Whittall.

The batsman was far too ponderous, nicked one behind at The Wanderers.

Batting at Scarborough, put the ball in the sea, Ian Salisbury’s leg-spin, no mystery to me.

Woke from my slumber, when I received a beamer from Carl Mumba.

You need a wicket, if you want to play cricket!