The Gentleman's game

Cricket is intertwined with the word gentleman somehow. Maybe the long bearded W.G Grace (not so graceful looking) would've had something to do with it. Or maybe it's Bradman who did it. I really don't know who did it but I do know who is trying to get the word out of cricket.
Playing for an English county is everyone's dream. A shy man from lanka managed to get into a club on the sly once. This was a dream come true for him, especially after playing soft ball cricket in the sub continent. Toiling hard to get a wicket on the flat and dry sub continent was a distant memory when his balls started to swing and cut. He was promoted to the first XI after just one practice session. Brilliant isn't it?
So as a normal lankan would do, he invited fellow lankans to join the club. The problem with us lankans is that where ever we go, we make it our own and create a sense of belongingness in our minds. What a waste of time was that!
So as the story goes, the lankans really enjoyed the first few matches. They managed to get the side into winning ways again. But then there was a loosing streak and the blame culture and the hot potato syndrome crept in. Everyone started to pass the buck. The Wheezle who captained the side had a row with a self appointed selector/player. The opposing teams had 13 players on their side most of the time, due to these arguments/rows of the pink team's players. Oh yah, I forgot to mention, pink team was the name of this very small county team. A nice name for a bunch of boys who fought like girls! No disrespect ladies but your slender ways are not always positive!
Anyway the bottom line is, 2 of the 4 lankans were dropped from a crucial game and the other two followed suit and dropped themselves. Life in England does teach you many things. One of them is to never judge a book by it's cover and never ever think that you belong to a gentleman's club. (don't take the meaning of gentleman's club literally though) Life in the land of the queen can be very un-gentleman like most of the time. The racist sledging on the pitch sometimes continued off the pitch. Thanks to Bombay onions and Sikhs, we are still surviving!