The return of the master!

Great to see the Master get back into prime form. Lashing CC saw quite a lashing from the MRF blade apparently. Its just a matter of time now before he gets into the run getting habit again. Can't wait for that to happen.
Shashi Tharoor will make quite a different UN sec gen, if he makes it that is. Vis-a-vis kofi Annan who looks calm, composed and Buddha- esque, our man is stylish flamboyant articulate and suave. Will do wonders for the public image of the UN.
Meanwhile,might be a coincidence, but all three African nations playing the world cup this year are neighbours.....any Freakonomics style explanation to this?

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