Something has been missing from my life for too long. It nearly became a distant memory. Bloody hell it feels good to hate the poms again. For so long they haven't been worth hating. We have moonlighted hating the Indians and the West Indies but it isn't the same. Nothing is better than beating the English on an Ashes tour. Getting up in the middle of a winter night to see Australia giving those stinking poms a bashing has brought balance to my life. It feels so right. I was in London in 2001 to see Australia beat England at Lords. It was good, I was happy, but something was missing. It wasn't quite taking candy from a baby, but it was close. Now that the Poms have been winning a few games and developing some backbone they think they can win, and that just makes them so much more fun to hate!