Colonialism is not dead. More happily, neither is the Ashes
The foreign-born hired help won a Test on Sunday, and another concussed Oz’s best batsman the match before
Three slips, point, cover, mid-off, wide-ish mid-on, short midwicket, short fine leg. The scores are level. The sun is high. The moment is nigh.
Joel Wilson is the furthest man from the bat, marooned on exile island at square leg.
Headingley is heady with hedonism. At least, with Yorkshire’s idea of the stuff...