Sport and stuff

I see my future wife set a new record medal tally at the world short course championships, six gold, including five individual. Go Brooke baby, I love you. Now if I could just get this meeting each other thing out of the way...
In not so happy news, Keith Miller died. The greatest of a great generation, Miller was the embodiment of everything Australian men think/wish they were. Thanks to Tony I read a story in the Telegraph (U.K.) by Micheal Parkinson which includes a couple of memorable quotes:

Keith Miller's attitude to life and to the game he played was profoundly influenced by the war. He flew Mosquitos over Germany and survived with a perspective and a set of values that shaped the rest of his life.
The way he played cricket in the post-War years was as much a celebration of surviving as it was the reaction of a man whose lifelong ambition was never to be bored.
As he once memorably said: "When athletes nowadays talk of pressure they only reveal what they don't know of life. They've never had a Messerschmitt up their arse. That's pressure."

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His favourite cricket photo - the only one on display at his home - showed the Australian Services team taking the field at Bramall Lane, Sheffield, just after the War.
He kept it for when people asked him about the greatest moments in his career. During a subsequent match at Lord's, he would point out from that picture Graham Williams, a tall, skinny man whose first appearance at the venue had come only two weeks after he had been in a prisoner of war camp for four years. As he walked out to bat, the crowd rose to him.
Keith Miller said: "That is my abiding memory. I think of it often. We were the lucky ones.

I truly believe that people of my generation and younger do not appreciate the heroism of the average person during these years. At the risk of sounding corny... Lest We Forget.