The Aussies brought menace to the game and the Indians ruined it by bringing cheerleaders to the 20/20.

In Blighty, Cricket is simplicity itself. 22 MEN dressed in whites gracing a green field. A game played by English gentlemen. The thwack of willow against the leather. The shinning of the ball. The protection of the private parts. The gentle clapping and sounds of “well played sir” and can I have another cucumber sarnee please madam.

What better way to while away the summertime.