There are only two things to be understood about cricket. First, that it is the language of love. Men who are drawn to this game, who understand its linguistic ironies and subtleties of play, who take the time to teach you about technique rather than physique, who enjoy the commitment of a Test, of taking things slow, over days, weeks, sometimes months or years, will be passionate and skilful lovers.
Something surprising from the Times.
The second thing the Times wants you to understand about cricket by the way, is that it is "feminine".
Ricky Ponting is Shane Warne’s mum and the auntie of every man on his team. He is maternal, a vixen protecting her cubs, a goddess claiming her children back from the mouth of hell. He’s secure in his femininity.
Hmmm. Maybe I should have just stopped at that first paragraph.
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