Sally Jockstrap falls for Freddie

Readers of the satirical British magazine, Private Eye, will be familiar with Sally Jockstrap, the fictional female sports hack whose bosum-heaving prose demeans the many talented and professional women working in the industry. At least, we always assumed she was fictional. It now transpires her name is Liz Hunt, and on the fourth day of a thrilling Edgbaston Test, she was afforded precious column inches in The Daily Telegraph.

"I’d written him off as a crock – and a bit of a wally. I decided Andrew 'Freddie’ Flintoff had more in common with another bumbling Lancastrian, George Formby, and I transferred my affections to Kevin Pietersen. But now Freddie’s back in all his heart-of-oak omnipotence, and I wonder how I could have strayed?

KP is magnificent, too, but it’s just not the same as having a red-blooded Englishman thundering in to bowl, eyes popping and sinews snapping, passionate in his determination to see off the Rainbow Nation."

Oh per-lease ...