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I never expected them to win the World Cup. Besides all of their talk about “psychological pressure,” they weren’t able to do what any World Cup qualifying team should be able to do, play a decent game. They played as if they were half asleep. Makes sense, as I’ve heard that they spend their free time partying at night clubs, while other teams are busy in their hotel rooms practicing their catches. Their team consisted of too many rookies, too many “force-ripe pickney” sent to play at the highest level possible in cricket. I never expected them to win. And they didn’t. Big surprise. It didn’t take a psychic to figure that out. After their loss to Sri Lanka, it would take a miracle and a half to get them to the next round. Apparently God isn’t a Windies fan. And neither are many former West Indies supporters. I predicted that if they f*@ked up this time, this would be the final nail in the West Indies coffin. Excuse my French. Just have to find some way to vent this rage. And it seems I was right. People who once “rallied roun’ the West Indies” now don’t even want to hear the word cricket. In general, people just want to forget it, as if it were a bad dream.

Still they want to see some accountability. They want to see some heads roll, and if they have their way, either Lara’s or the coach’s will be on the chopping block. Lara sensed this, and instead of suffering the indignity of being fired, he simply chooses to retire from one-day cricket. But I don’t think that will be enough, because if people are as angry as they seem, his life and the lives of the other team members might be in danger if they even set foot in the Caribbean islands right now. They’d better chill out elsewhere first. But as Lara said, the West Indies will not give up, and they will fight to the bitter end, essentially playing for pride. Well I for one am tired of us playing for pride, just to prove that we’re of some worth.Here’s an idea: See the way you play catch-up? Why not play that way all the time? Still I wonder why I even bother. As detached as I try to be, I suppose as West Indians, cricket is in our blood. That why I still have a soft heart for these guys, not matter how many times they fail me.