Geoff Lemon is a writer, editor and broadcaster covering sport for The Roar and The Guardian, as well as writing on politics, literature and history for a range of outlets. He's a regular guest on ABC Radio and a video presenter for The Roar, including trips to the 2013 Ashes and 2011 Rugby World Cup. He runs the political satire website Heathen Scripture.
Geoff is also editor of Australian literary publisher Going Down Swinging. His own creative work includes the poetry collection Sunblind (2008), collaborative novel Willow Pattern (2012) and essay collection The Sturgeon General Recommends (2013).
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So that’s that. A 2015 Ashes conclusion that leaves us poking around in the same confusion and bemusement as during the opening paragraphs, when the Australian favourites suddenly found themselves being spanked around the wider environs of Cardiff.
Chris Rogers looks nothing like an athlete. Short, red-headed, freckled, bespectacled, colour-blind, waddling to the crease smothered in protective gear and zinc cream as though an over-protective parent had just packed him off to the playground shielded from all conceivable harm.
Yeah sure, Australia finally batted like blokes who remember how to play cricket. They remembered that it’s not compulsory to hit every ball.
You could be forgiven for looking around Edgbaston a couple of days into the third Test and just wondering what the hell had happened.
It was four days in the making, but in two fierce hours, Australia took back possession of Lord’s. England are once more owners in name only.
It’s fair to say that expectation can be a misleading accomplice. For months in the lead-up to the first Test of the 2015 Ashes, English pessimism accommodated Australian ebullience.