I have treated myself to a one-month subscription to BT Sport, so I can lose sleep by watching the cricket live from Brisbane, Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney and Hobart. So far it’s been a dispiriting experience, from the very first ball of the first test match when Rory Burns had his leg stump uprooted. The England team look shell-shocked, with bowlers toiling away in the heat and batsmen getting out too easily. When teams are mismatched, playing a five-day game must feel like torture. After the Ashes, half the England team may never play international cricket again. On the other hand, any England batsman who can conjure up a double century, when his team needs it most (ie right now) will be hailed as a hero. I’ll set the alarm for 4am tomorrow, probably to watch England get skittled out cheaply again.
Licenced today: a street preacher in Leicester…
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