Jarrod Kimber

According to Malcolm Conn , Peter Forest is a New South Wales reject.

You know that point in Test cricket where everyone is enjoying themselves and then suddenly Mike Hussey, Paul Collingwood or Virender Sehwag comes on to bowl the 72nd over

I’ve never rated Clint McKay

I once wrote that Angelo Mathews did not really exist

Ben Hilfenhaus’ body is built for a purpose, and you can’t imagine that purpose was ever running, diving and throwing all in one motion.

The ball was floating through the air

Brad Hogg ’s comeback and George Bailey ’s rise don’t seem to have made people all that angry.

The scoreboard has a sort of don’t mess with me attitude

A seagull flew across the pitch as David Warner faced up to Vinay Kumar

At his home ground Michael Clarke wore a baggy green cap and long buttoned shirt while easing a clean-skin bat around for a triple-century

As we come into the New Year’s Test, it’s worth remarking upon the role that Tim Paine has played in the Australian team over the last few years

Lyon v Virender: an over of brutality

I’m friends with Eddie Cowan

Australia’s chairman of selectors might make mistakes, but he has got it spot-on so far

I knew the Big Bash had started when I saw an intro that was one part Matrix, one part Tron, and also just enough Wide World of Sports to remind you that cricket was involved

I like large pink Hummers

Ponting spits in his hands, has alarmingly hairy arms and, if his performance in a new ad is anything to go by, wears a scarf badly

“Sadly for Phil Hughes,” is what Tony Greig said upon Hughes’ latest push to the slips.

They’re brilliant one day, dismal the next, and always compelling