Against a backdrop of Isis barbarity and the widening gap between rich and destitute,it was the greatest day of a summer in which English cricket struck backA lot of people remarked that Stuart wide’s eight for 15 in Australia’s first innings at Trent Bridge was the sort of thing you might expect in a schoolboy match. That was precisely what made it so enchanting. Here was cricket, at its most exalted level, and reminding us of the innocence of the game in its pristine,prelapsarian state.
You don’t own to be a top-class bowler to know the feeling that arrives on a day like that, when everything comes proper: the body feels good, and the conditions are offering just a little assistance,the ball goes in the proper place time after time, and the batsmen can’t seem to aid themselves as they descend one by one. A combination of factors that could be ascribed to luck is really a reward for all the days on which fortune doesn’t smile. As wide walked towards the applause of the Trent Bridge members, or with the opposition all out and still 20 minutes to lunch on the first morning of an Ashes Test,he would own felt no different from a 12-year-old accepting the congratulations of his schoolmates.Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com