Does it matter Freddie has gone freelance?
Barney Ronay writes in the Guardian that Andrew Flintoff doesn't really matter anymore because Flintoff "just isn't going to do anything important any more"
For Flintoff these are the Road Runner years, a fascinating period in any celebrity sportsman's life where it's clear, but only at a distance, that you've already gone skittering out over the edge of the cliff, legs pumping, held up by fame-momentum and an invisible cavalcade of agents, hangers-on, miracle oven-cleaner adverts, new tattoos and the remembered gleam of a tarnished potency.
He says Rachael is the more driven one. When they met at Edgbaston, she already had a company, supplying promotional staff, that she had started at the age of 19. Did she think you were a bit laid-back? 'Probably still does,' he grins. I get the impression Rachael relishes the couple's fame more than her husband. She complained that he chucked an invitation to meet Donatella Versace in the bin. 'I'd sooner go see me mates,' says an unrepentant Freddie.