PETER HAYTER

I should make an apology for ear-wigging a private conversation, but, as I was unable either to make head nor tail of its content, I feel I am on safe ground.
It took place outside the players’ entrance at Old Trafford at the close of The Roses match this week, where I was loitering with the intent of a polite hello and goodbye to one of the Yorkies when I realised he was receiving what sounded like a briefing from a man with an ECB accreditation pass on the latest plans for their variation on T20, coming to a bewildered crowd near you from 2020.
Hard ...