MARTIN JOHNSON

Back in the 1970s, it was nigh on impossible to go to the cinema without seeing a film about skyscrapers bursting into flames, ocean liners capsizing, or an air-hostess taking control of a Jumbo jet with a large hole in the fuselage and down to one smoking engine.
I was reminded of this last summer, when Sky decided to make a disaster movie about cricket, which was every bit as harrowing as having a giant meteorite flying straight for your front room, or being unable to get your gin and tonic refilled because the hostess was too busy flying the plane. They ...