Beautiful games...

My father and I had one of those precious conversations today on the phone. We were both laughing until we cried. The source of our amusement? A game of cricket, with a difference.

Today a group of Imams played against a group of Christian clergy, and thrashed them! The first successful hit the Christians took accidently hit the umpire right in the delicates! My father even caught a Muslim cleric cheering on the opposition. When he asked why, the cleric explained that the Christians needed all the support they could get, they were doing so badly!

The day was wonderful apparently. It makes me proud to be from Leicester.