Face it, mate, you and your bunch of over-hyped, over-the-hill cricketers are in for the mother and father of all whippings in the mother country. McGrath? pah! Lee? crook! Gillespie? gis a break. Warney? schmorney! Lehmann? You want fat, we’ve got Robert Key. And Harmie and Freddie will piss over the lot of you.
Bring it on, Tassie! The mugging you and your mates are going to get in 2005 will make 1985 look like John Howard going 10 rounds with Maggie Thatcher.