England and Australia are squaring up today for the last international match of cricket’s shortest - and probably strangest - summer. The result really doesn’t matter, to me at least; I just hope it’s a good game. In the last couple of months we’ve had tests, one-day and T20 matches, against Australia, Pakistan, the West Indies and Ireland. The games seem to have been played in a good spirit, which seems entirely appropriate in these difficult times. They’ve also been played in empty cricket grounds. What seemed strange and surreal back in July now seems (almost) normal. I’ve watched an hour or two of live cricket (a couple of games were on the BBC), but mostly I’ve tuned into Test Match Special. Just knowing that cricket is being played has cheered me up no end.
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