My Funeral, Your Ashes

My Funeral, Your Ashes

The Hangman’s Way

At six past midday on Wednesday, Alastair Cook got a ball that was neither wide nor full and he greeted it like a stork helping itself to water

Fawlty Hours

Let us begin by listing the signs of promising improvement seen in the Australian cricket team today

Pupwatch

The world moves in apt and mysterious ways, and so it was that on Michael Clarke’s first afternoon as Australia’s captain in the field David Hasselhoff was sitting in the crowd

Sweet Fifteen

He awoke a Test cricketer, and for the rest of the day being awake felt dreamier than the deepest sleep

That old greyhound squint

When Ricky Ponting wakes up on Test match morning, he is not the type to help himself to muesli and a Swisse Men’s Ultivite pill only to spend the next half-hour wondering whether he should have gone for a couple of bananas instead

Letting go

The final week of the fourth fastest-scoring year in Test history – 3.34 runs an over, and counting – is upon us

Gone fishing

“In a pond with no fish,” goes an old Russian saying, “a crab is a fish.” Twenty-first century Australian cricket throws up numerous variations on this

The (woman's) style is the man

“Each profession begets its particular style of play,” wrote that master back-of-a-postcard essayist RC Robertson-Glasgow, in the days when cricketers had day jobs.