Famous Cricket Captains Waiting For Balls

Coota-munda, says baby B-B.

Pardon? says Mango. Did I just hear what you said?

Coota-munda, repeats baby B-B.

Four syllables! says Mango. And only one of them's wrong. You are a fast learner. Just for that, we'll touch down in Cootamundra. You'll like it. Want to know why?

For cherry? asks baby B-B.

For cherries, says Mango. No it isn't. It's for something much more important. Do you like cricket?

Do-no! says baby B-B.

Never mind, says Mango. You'll like it after this visit.

She zooms down to Jubilee Park, and lands gently on the head of Hugh Trumble.

This is the Captains Walk, says Mango. Look down. We are perched on a captain.

Baby B-B looks down. He sees a big nose poking out from a baggy green cap brim.

More captains over there, says Mango. Steve Waugh, Greg Chappell, Allan Border. Have you noticed something?

They don't have legs. But Baby B-B does not have a no-leg vocabulary.

Wah? asks baby B-B.

No legs, says Mango. Beats me how they could be proper captains. But now I'll show you the Captain of Captains.

She hops over to a full body sculpture of Sir Donald Bradman in his famous batting stance, bat and legs included.

This one was born in Cootamundra, says Mango. But that's not why he's the only one with legs. He truly was the best captain.

Baby B-B looks at Sir Donald Bradman, with his bat up, as if he's waiting for something.

He wonders what it can be.

If it was night time, says Mango, these captains would all be lit up. It would look pretty.

He way-ting? asks baby B-B.

No, he's not waiting for the lights to come on, baby B-B, says Mango. But that was an excellent suggestion. Shall I tell you what he's waiting for?

Eth, says baby B-B.

Balls, says Mango. He's waiting for balls.

Balls, says baby B-B.

Hee-hee, says Mango. That's right. But don't ever say that to your mother.