Run out on 8. I was a victim of another terrible umpiring decision. It was ever thus; bloody umpires! Considering writing a tome that ends when I die- not this one- but a work called the ‘Inside the Head of Umpires.’ They make decisions by numbers don’t they?
I’d not slept for three days, so I ran away to London. As I get older, my companions during cricket week become younger. The majority are under 25 and they are hard drinkers. Sport with no sleep and lots of drinking is for fools. But I wanted to feel 18 again, go clubbing, screw on a don’t give a toss head and drink till dawn. Couldn’t keep up and sneaked off on Thursday night without telling anyone.