A crunchy meal
Some of the boys were having lunch (at the main buffet in Pride Hotel in Nagpur, during Australia’s India tour of 2004) when a cockroach popped its head up out of the middle of ‘rogan josh’ and started to run for safety. A waiter heard the groans of Gilchrist, Kasprowicz and Ponting and swiftly grabbed the insect and—for reasons we still haven’t got to the bottom of—put it in his mouth. “A cockroach,” was the collective cry from the boys. The waiter shook his head. “No sir, no cockroach.” The boys were having none of it. They protested, to the waiter’s further denials. “Fair enough, then,” said one of them finally. “If it’s not a cockroach, eat it!”
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And the waiter did—a great effort for his team, I think.
Edited extract from Standing My Ground by Matthew Hayden, HarperCollins, 2011.