Roll up, roll up, here comes the Cricket World Cup, if only for one more day. In her high heels and tail-feathers, she jiggles past smiling, waving, bowing this way and that. She sings, plays air guitar, and speaks in CAPITAL letters at all times. She swallows sixes, dot balls, yorkers and spits them out into video clips. She dines out on youthful impetuosity and career-ending mistakes, while fading players chasing former glories are given short shrift. And for 45 days she has consumed our attention, eaten us up, spat us out. She’s magnificent. Look at her go!
On Sunday morning she hits terrestrial TV, care of the bounteousness of Sky via Channel Four. It will be the first time anyone younger than 14 in this country without a subscription has been able to stumble upon live cricket by just popping on the telly. A bit late and all that, but let’s take what we can get. She’s only got a day, but I’m confident she’ll catch people’s attention.
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