"KPow"
“KPow!” Not a scene from Batman but the sound of a KFC Big Bash bucket of dirty flannels being tipped on teammates by a Safrican Pom. What a load of twoddle from Kevin Pietersen, who is soon to take part in the Aussie summer of cricket. Yet another tell-all autobiographical expose, this one apparently full of cheesy moments, is available at all good bookstores. Cricketers are always chewing gum and eating their hands, particularly in the slips cordon, but what is it about people who feel the need to bight off the hand that feeds them? Knowing when to declare, up stumps and book a permanent seat in the grandstand is a moment of genius. Just ask Rabbitoh’s legend George Piggins. He fought a good fight, respectfully retreated when he knew his end was nigh, only to return last week and be welcomed back into the burrow with open paws. Throughout the process Piggins played a straight bat. Well played George. I haven’t read KP’s book, nor do I intend too. If someone s...