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No Ego Joe Show

On every outing…no touting or fostering of pouty louty shouty postering… No flouting of the definition of classical ebb and flow rendition… Yet boundaries scouting…Rooty sedition routing the opposition… Echo the past…poetic…the ship’s mast and fillip for the cast.. Prophetic.. to and fro athletic ascetic aesthetic …traditions bestow and glow… No 20/20 generic…why old school is still and always will be so cool…mesmeric..stratospheric.. Welcome to the no ego Joe show.. With such humility…scoreboard smorgasbord agility..angelic ability… No hubris humidity…global lobal nobility…the master..his blade a handmade big spender fender caster.. But tender timidity..no fragility..not just a pretender Neat.. replete..complete.. repeat elite compete feat offender. Our sweet pastoral Pastor..and defender It’s not a coy ploy…just the joy of a boy who’s not just fond of his willow wand but was always his favourite toy.. Scaling.. Sailing up…derailing the list with another whippy twist of that nippy wrist.. So soft should be held aloft as the greatest or those latest clever hands.. Ever seen from the stands in these green lands.. We drool …at another genius genus spool…from the Rooty you beauty rule.. Almost a decadence to his elegance.. play straight…that first rate… Weight transference trait..somehow still rapid but not rabid or vapid.. A true great and everyone’s mate.. Shakes… takes down and forsakes the Rahul Dravid Wall.. Without malice…surfs the Test crest..lark on the park.. Shatters the palace of Jacques Kallis.. Then without warning on a sunny morning…no fawning Number two adorning…more batters records spawning.. Rigour …vim on a whim groove..vigour …smooth trigger.. Another three figure score dawning.. Yet still so humble as folklore..lore of yore or before crumble.. Was tricky for Ricky but with good grace ..no Punter chunter about losing his place..Ponting wasn’t found wanting.. So just.. one more to go…for no ego Joe…catchin Sachin…the little master I reckon the future does beckon… And wouldn’t it be heaven for our baby face assassin with that incredible indelible grin… To do it in Stokesy’s Ashes eleven in 2027 ..win win..

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